Dave is a do-er. He is the kind of person who wakes up thinking about the list of things that need to get taken care of, and then knocks them off one by one that same day. He’s the guy who gets home from working late, calls the phone company to take care of a bill discrepancy, and then unloads the dishwasher. He had all of his boxes unpacked the first day we got them. He’s currently hanging a picture on our balcony, after painting the living room wall. His twitter name is even “whatdavedoes,” (he does everything).
I, on the other hand, am the exact opposite kind of person. I’m simply not a do-er.
Before we moved in together, I was certain this was going to drive Dave crazy. I’m a “take-care-of-the-really-critical-things-only” kind of person, an “if-it’s-not-really-affecting-my life-I-won’t-think-about-it” kind of person. I’m a small task procrastinator. I’d rather pay the extra five dollars on my phone bill then spend time calling to clear it up. My twitter name is “melruns-awayfromdoingthings”. Heh.
Dave calls me “melventually,” because eventually…in time… I’ll do it.
Now that we’ve been living together for a month though, I’ve been putting my best effort in: making the bed, going furniture shopping with him every weekend until we had every last thing we needed (who really needs a dresser that badly? Oh..), going to target to get things like an ironing board and a hamper, and buying a duvet cover that we BOTH like, instead of insisting that we use my pink blanket because it works just fine. Why did we have to do everything so quickly?
But the good news (for me) is that the tasks are finally slowing down. We have all of our furniture, our electronics are hooked up, and our things are put away. Our bedroom is looking kind of nice, too. He’s making a good impression on me. It would have taken me months to pull it all together.
I even have my clothes put away in my dresser. A feat that was accomplished within two days. Miraculous.
But wait, what are those?
Oh that’s right.
Those are the boxes I just haven’t been able to bring myself to unpack; the boxes that have been staring Dave in the face every morning for two weeks. There are just some things that will never change, no matter how much Dave influences me.
But hey, at least I’ve been changing our sheets.
Are you a do-er? Or an “if-it’s-not-really-affecting-my life-I-won’t-think-about-it” kind of person?