Tom recently told me about a project idea; a blog that helps people to become more organised. I gently encouraged him, who better to undertake such a task than the (overly organised) German engineer! I mean, really, could there be anybody more fitting to the stereotype?
I was pleased when he asked me to contribute as an Australian outsider commenting on these (strange) Germans. To be asked to write for a blog set up by my methodical and quality oriented German boyfriend was a real compliment: my writing had somehow passed his strict quality control process and I was deemed worthy of contributing! Fantastisch!
This pleasure was quickly replaced with a concern about how I would come up with material to blog about. My concern proved a fleeting sentiment, as I came to the rapid realisation that I didn’t need to look for content at all, even our discussions surrounding the blog were providing valuable content to write about.
My worry about finding material changed to an apprehension about what I had gotten myself into, the first of the red flags being an email I received about blog posting rules. There were rules in place for formatting, picture frequency, use of italics… the list goes on. As I write I realise I have already broken a bunch of rules, one of them; having to use a subheading every 150 words. I’ll just throw a sub heading in here, better late than never…
I should have realised that a blog focusing on organisational and orderliness skills would be highly regulated and systemized, but I hadn’t made this connection. So obviously I am a little concerned about the strain that my involvement in the blog will cause on our relationship, but hey, I’m going to give it a go nonetheless! Turns out I hadn’t really passed quality control anyway, as Tom has to approve my posts before they go out. So as long as you see me contributing you can be sure that our relationship is intact.
Much of my inspiration comes from conversations I have had with a friend I met in German language classes. I had signed up for a course at the beginning of the year, and met my friend Charlotte there. We learnt in our first conversation that we were both involved in long distance relationships with German men who were both engineers living in Munich. We were relieved to confirm that they were in fact different people (both of whom were incredibly representative of the stereotype), and that we weren’t victims of a highly organised and competent two-timer. Nonetheless, we were victims of highly organised and competent boyfriends, and we have had a lot of fun discussing (teasing) these German boyfriends of ours. These conversations have provided me with many of the insights I plan to share with you here.