SNICKETY

I made a mistake today by accidentally making a decision for someone else. I didn’t have the right to make the call, but I felt I had to, did, and zigged a zag.

They were very gracious about it, but also firm with me about what I should and should not have done. I hope I reacted well, and didn’t leap into defending myself with excuses. It is, after all, the right thing to do to own your part of the problem rather than try talking your way out of it.

Meanwhile, a colleague asked me if I thought people get OCD more acutely as they get older. It was fine, except he prefaced it with, “Matt, you know about this kind of thing...” - a phrase that seems more and more like a backhanded compliment as I think about it. Do I have OCD? Laughable, given the state of my flat. Does he think I’m old? Or was it just a snickety way of insulting the precisely-wired writers on the other side of the desk? I have my theories.

Snickety. Not sure that’s a word. I need it to be though, even if it isn’t. Could a computer tell what a made-up word might mean, I wonder? Somehow I guess snickety might be obvious. Flumby, ploffsome, or swipslinging not so much.

I don’t wish to be snickety though. That’s the other problem with being challenged - it feels natural to blame other people, to be snickety. I couldn’t do that today, despite longing to climb over the guilty not-currently-in-the-roomers. Call it prescience or wisdom or whatever you like, but I knew deep-down that all the not-currently-in-the-roomers were only in rooms in which I wasn’t. I thought about that greatly.