An Eye for DetailFebruary 10, 2009
I have what is known as an eye for detail. I see the little things that go unnoticed by most people.
Sometimes, this can be a blessing. My eye for detail landed me my first proofreading job… which led to editing… which led to writing.
At other times, it can be downright annoying. Like when I set out to rid a flower bed of its weeds and it takes me twice as long as it would someone else. Why? Because I have to remove every single trace of unintentional plant growth. (This explains why my yard looks so unkempt, BTW.)
Most of the time, however, my eye for detail is neither a blessing nor an annoyance. It is simply just one of my many quirks that tends to interrupt my thought process like a runaway train.
For instance, yesterday I walked into the room where my daughter was watching “Curious George” on television. Something just didn’t look right to me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Then I realized what it was.
Curious George — who, I might remind you, is consistently referred to as a monkey — does not have a tail.
Monkeys are supposed to have tails! George must be a chimpanzee. But a chimp is not a monkey, it’s an ape. See?
So there you have it. An inside look at one of my many neurotic behaviors.