High among the very long list of things that I hate is "planning". I hate planning for my retirement, or planning events, or even planning a weekend. It's not that I don't think that planning is valuable, I just can't bring myself to do it. I'm not exactly sure which one of my major personality flaws is to blame for this.
Am I incapable of thinking more than 2 minutes ahead? Do I have an exaggerated fear of being disappointed at goals not met? Probably I just possess superhuman laziness. Attempts by others to get me to plan just bounce harmlessly off my underdeveloped chest.
I was discussing Five Year Plans with my friend Pablo this week. Somehow, in my close-to-40 years of life, I've never constructed a Five Year Plan or the more mythical Ten Year Plan. Hell, I've never even written a meaningful One Year Plan, although my manager asks for it on a nearly annual basis.
Although in general I'm not much of a "goals" guy, somehow I've managed to luck into a pretty good day-to-day life. I've got a great kid, a sassy wife, and computer programming is a decent gig. Alll this without ever making a damn plan. Should I start now? What other shape would I want my life to become in five years? Rhomboid?
I guess it would be cool to be an astronaut. Or maybe taller. Also, I wouldn't mind having an extra wife, maybe with 3 breasts.
There. That's my Five Year Plan. Done. For a Ten Year Plan, uh... that's harder. I wouldn't know what to do with the fourth breast. Let's go with world peace. No! Wait! I pick invisibility. Yeah.
Phew, planning is hard.