I have a friend who leads an ordered life. He wakes up every morning at 8 am. Showers. Eats breakfast shortly. He eats lunch at noon. Thirty minutes max. Works. Dinner sharp at 6. Sleep. Every day must be planned.
I too like order. Randomness is too startling to me, but I refuse to be without serendipity. I plan a part of my day so that spontaneity can occur. A random lunch. An adventure around a city I do not know. A comewithmetogetyarn. Cafe. Because without it, we would never discover those little things we miss so quickly.