Interruptible

I am not a very interruptible person. It's because I'm a planner; I like to decide in the morning what I'm going to do in the evening and I like to stick to it. Once I've made a plan I don't like to change it, which is good because when I commit to something like doing my homework or sitting down and writing a paper I'm going to do it, but I think that this habit has also prevented me from having a lot of fun.

Prime example: because the roads were supposed to refreeze tonight, I decided days ago that I was going to stay in tonight, and after I got home this afternoon I settled in for a night of reading and tv watching. I had planned on spending tomorrow hanging out with all the people I wanted to see before I return to school the day after tomorrow, so somewhere around 10 I began texting people to see when they were free tomorrow. My friend Lydia, my friend since the simple days of kindergarten, responded that she's busy all day and night tomorrow and asked if she could come over tonight. This was not the plan. I had already decided I was going to spend the night by myself. I was in the mood for quiet reading, not socializing. However, it was the only way I could see Lydia before I leave, so I agreed, though deep down I was wishing for a way I could magically hang out with my old friend tomorrow night instead and was certain that this was not going to be a whole lot of fun. I was very wrong. Lydia and I sat for almost two hours, just talking as the night flew past us. She interrupted what I had decided I was going to do and totally screwed up my plans, and it was wonderful. I am taking this lesson to heart, because life is never going to move according to my plans, and I don't want to miss out on all the delightful interruptions it can bring.