Like many likeminded, sociopaths who spend hours in the morning on themselves to get ready for one; I too am guilty of losing track of time.
I tried using music and alarms during the shower to help me keep track of time.
I’ve got a pretty peculiar and specific schedule and most of the time; things that are out of my control, will set my schedule off.
To name a few, for example:
— That unexpected never-ending morning poop, moments where I pray to the Gods of Science to help invent a method of getting rid of my digestive system. Or better yet, hope that Human’s could predict how long their morning glory is going to take.
— Not being able to find the right clothes, or socks; even when I set them up the night before; they magically take a life of their own and wander off.
— Taking too much time to hide my balding head, and spending about 45 minutes dressing up my hair to look good for people I don’t really care much about.
— Not being able to find where the breakfast disappear; to which I just give up and decide for a good ol’ takeaway coffee on the way.
Until one day, I decided — Let’s just get rid of all that.
So here’s how it went.
— Couldn’t do anything to predict that unexpected morning poop. So had to learn how to live with that.
— I now wear only white shirts, a black tie, green socks, and a black suit. So no matter where my clothes are I know even a shot in the dark will land me with the right clothing. (No. I’m not trying to be the next Steve Jobs, I believe that’s Elizabeth Holmes’ forté — No turtle necks for me.)
— I make myself a shit ton of Peanut Butter sandwiches in bulk and wrap ’em up, refrigerate them — so that no matter how badly I need breakfast; it’ll be waiting for me in the fridge. (Until Fairy Godmother decides to magically hijack my breakfast)
— I shaved my head, now it takes me less than a minute rather than 45 minutes and finally live with the fact that my Punk-Rock Teenage Hair days are over. Plus I save quite a bit of money now that I don’t need to buy shampoo or any of those Bald spot covering products.
This is how my obsessions began with finding time. And it did wonders for me.
Somehow I had more mental energy; had less to worry about, and actually had enough mental-strength to do what I get up every morning to do, my work.
I started thinking of time in terms of money, saving every cent that I could save and deposit it into my savings account.
I feel less exhausted, my mind can focus on what it needs to focus on.
And I no longer have to worry about constantly adjusting my hair or whether or not my clothes look good.
Thing is, as sexist as this sounds; people don’t really give a fuck about what colour of men’s clothes are. You can practically wear the same suit for your entire life and get away with it. Especially if it’s a neutral colour.
I went a step further, and prepared myself what I call an escape bag. It travels with me at all times; in case of an emergency or an unscheduled meeting — I have whatever I’d need in there to survive for more than a week.
The items of the bag namely include, necessary medicines, an extra pair of my glasses, a notepad, a pen, spare cables for my phones, a power-bank, a few pairs of t-shirts and trousers and undies, a spare white shirt, and an extra black tie — incase I lose the one I’m wearing around my neck, my travel documents, and finally adult diapers; cause let’s face it there’s no predicting morning poops.