It's funny- for us random people, lists don't work when you're supposed to go from top to bottom.
My mother is a sequential, realist, no-nonsense, un-fantasizing person. She writes a list of things to do, and does them from top to bottom. She sets goals, and achieves them to the highest possible point.
I, however, am my father's daughter. I don't write lists of things to do, and when my mother gives me one she has written out, I do whatever job that I think I want to do then, randomly doing the said chores in a haphazard order instead of top to bottom, the way she intends for me to do them. I set no goals, wandering form one moment of life to the next.
I daydream along the way, walking into rooms and finding that I have completely forgotten why I've gone there in the first place; I do jobs just to find that halfway through I lost my mind and have done it all wrong, requiring doing it all over again. I don't focus well, my mind often wanders, and don't ever give me an interesting book, I may never come back into the real world ever again.
You may have already guessed that she isn't always too pleased with me.
When absorbed in thinking deeply I am extremely non-relational, considering any interruption the deepest offense, deserved of the guillotine's caress.
In exasperation of getting through to me one day, my mother declared I would have a terrible marriage in consequence that I had rocks for ears and a mouth for eating only.
That set me thinking of something other than my brilliant ideas. (haha.)
Well, I may not be very relational sometimes, but would it cause my marriage to be terrible?
I discovered (after my mother trying to pound the fact into my thick head) that I am very self-focused. I don't relate for the selfish reasons that I want to think of things that don't help or encourage anybody else, filling my head with stories and poetry, (Those are not bad things- the overuse of them are) and not what is best for the family and what I should do to help them or bless other people.
Yes, my marriage would be terrible if I spent all my time in the farthest reaches of the galaxy in my head, instead of catering to my husband's needs and supporting him, being versatile according to the demands of the moment.
I must be in the present, and I have set that goal...let me move toward it much faster than I think I will.