Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. - Oscar Wilde
This quote makes me feel a bit less... schizo. I have a hard time understanding routine. I tend to do things in a timely manner but with no semblance of routine or structure. In fact getting into a routine is synonymous with getting in a rut in my eyes.
I don't understand how some people can eat the exact same thing everyday. I understand that some people don't have a choice or control over their food options due to their level of need or dysfunction. I'm speaking of adults making a conscious decision to eat , for example, a can of ravioli EVERYDAY for lunch. Where is the fun in that?
I suppose some people find control and solace in a daily routine. I , however, cannot go more than a few months without re-arranging my furniture. Which, I know, speaks poorly of my attention span and possibly even my reliability. I cannot stand repeating myself or my actions. It is possibly the quickest way to put me into a violent state. The only way repetition finds a positive place in my life is in art and crafting.
I can dot for hours, make dozens of dreads, or sew squares together for hours. Which truly doesn't make much sense. Those actions are far more tedious than a structured menu or daily routine. I think it may be be cause there is a technique behind those tedious arts and artisan crafts, a perfection that can be measured by a trained eye. Perfection in life is boring.