my room is a mess

now i don't want to beat up my unbringing too much, but it wasn't uncommon for my mother or a maid to tidy up my room regularly. i almost never made my bed while i was growing up. this went on until i left the house at 18. i think this has somewhat fucked up my ablity to be self sufficient in terms of cleanliness. i refuse to hang much of the blame on my parents though. i just turned 24 and should have this more under control.

Oh, I always had to clean my room myself, and most of the time it was a huge mess, but one day I flipped and got real organized; I like it that way better. Also since I just moved into a new place it was really easy to start fresh.

So it was nice having a sloppier roommate than me. I felt so superior. But now she's moved to New York, and I'm left to live alone in my own filth.

If people don't like my sloppiness they can kiss my ass.

If Sam and I get married maybe we can change each other.

I had the honor, (or not) of *excavating* an apartment that looked like a dump truck full of heroin paraphenilia, crumpled poetry, and old fast food wrappers had let loose in the place. It took me four *months* and the place *still* isn't squeaky clean but at least it's not gross anymore. Absence of stuff clears the mind.

A few years ago I helped my father move an elderly gentleman into an assisted-living community. He had been living in a small house on his own for years, becoming increasingly unable to care for himself. It was so bad that none of the doors could be fully opened because of the piles of 'treasure' that were threatening to engulf all of us. I felt so badly for the man, who wanted to help in the cleaning-out process, as he identified everything as being an important keepsake/memory piece, down to (literally) bags of garbage. I cannot imagine what it must have been like for him to know that all of these things that he gathered and valued were going to be taken to the dump (we could salvage nothing, as he had 20+ cats that came and went in the house as they pleased, none of whom were litter-box trained ... we had to remove the drywalling and refloor the whole place). This man had nothing ... no living family, no friends, no money. Just the cats and his memories.

i just reached for what i thought was a sharpie and it turned out to be a kazoo

^^^ genuinely lolling at this...
...because my room is in such a mess that I can easily imagine that happening to me.

Whilst I don't believe in Feng Shui, my desk fell over a couple of days ago I kicked it in my sleep...somehow and I just looked at it with all the paper flooding everywhere and all my books and TAPES (remember?) mixed up with all the other mess and thought fuck it and crashed at a mate's for the night. I'm back now and will tidy.
Then I leave a dish in the sink, an empty pack of cigarettes on the desk ... and pretty soon, like the guy in Flowers for Algernon, I regress back into my pitiable natural state. OTM but even when I try to organise shit it just takes longer to find because you're like 'did I put it in that box or what category' etc when you just leave it you can go 'oh under that' done.
I am progressing tho (desk kicking aside)I want to be a little more organised but I think I'm destined to some variation of slovenliness.
I like tidying my friends places though, interestingly.

http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii317/RabitesAngelatin/IMG_0382.jpg
http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii317/RabitesAngelatin/IMG_0383.jpg

I'm surprised this hasn't become a photo thread. These don't show it as well as I thought, should have turned on more lights. That box among the piles of junks is on top of a pile of junk (I'm beginning to move as you can see, so there's actually a few big boxes full of stuff not scattered around here.)

Yep, it sucks.
Ok I'm gonna be late for work!

gr80's story reminded me: There's not much in my closet so I keep my dresser in there to save space. Once, I was going into the sock door for a condom, and after some moments of panicked digging I found something else. I turned to my gf of the time looking very pleased and holding out what I found, "huh. cinnamon!"

I thought my room was a mess, but seeing that sea of stuff in Rabies abode, has reassured me a little!

I'm just no good at putting things away.

I was voted "messiest" in my senior yearbook.

Here's my current home office:

http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/6267/im003909hp0.jpg

Big Bird ain't got shit on me.

I hate clutter, everything has to go back in its place. I have a laundry basket and a pretty big plastic flip top bin to stop garbage and laundry piling up. I don't have much stuff though, anyway.

those rooms are v messy... i would go off the deep end!

i think i'm the tidiest person i know

I'll let that pass, you don't know me!

One corner of mess

https://1869152551215764467-a-1802744773732722657-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/yeahblacksun/mess.jpg?attachauth=ANoY7cqfiGwt4nAVprlCiwv6Qsm2E3sGk7nUAffFuE0ZFLJUmgsYsNJMhmuQ3CrahoAZOiibew0cdyNcRopDDaAAJaq7_AEvjNVhaO0iPOcPlLZzA4c-Jt1a3GuiV3orO1ZhZjKFfJBnT_NCjfcumN3Tgb-OdEMTSX-NGMKe4XL-qysuWjjOWZvL4C6YGQNp_q90MAlGKulL&attredirects=0

How is it possible to throw away a metric shit-tonne of stuff and still have a room feel as cluttered as it was before?

just cleaned my room, feels amazing. it was so fucked up before i was avoiding going home