I am quite possibly the world's most list-dependant human being on the planet.
And I mean this quite literally. Most of my fellow humans don't understand this obsession at all, and find this particular habit to be one of my worst (second only to my chronic procrastination skills). My lists seem to eventuate out of thin air, for anything and everything. From groceries to inspiring quotes, my little journal has probably copped every check list possible. Heck, I'm pretty sure I still have a 'things to pack' list for our last family holiday to Queensland in May last year on my desk (half un-ticked mind you).
And that list-banned thing is a person; whether this particular human be a potential lover, best pal or a partner in crime - it's dehumanising and plainly, it's wrong.
This post has resulted out of inspiration from a quote from Tumblr that I recently saved, it sums this crime up pretty neatly.