I may have mentioned once or twice that I'm an extremely messy person. If you didn't know that before, now you do.
I don't know what it is, but I freaking hate cleaning more than anything in this world.
My parents had more than enough cleaning-related genes to pass on, but they were all given to my brother. Well, they paid for that.
I can't live in a perfectly organized, neat environment. I need the clutter around me. I'm not saying I want to live in the middle of garbage piles (don't forget there's a difference between messy and dirty), but I feel so much more inspired and alive when I see signs of life in my apartment. You know how they say that a clean house is a sign of a wasted life? I live by that. If you wanna keep everything clean and never wanna see dust on your furniture, be my guest, I'm not here to judge. I'm just trying to explain my own view, because a lot of people seem to think being messy is something that should be punished by law.
I know where my things are. When I was still living at home, my mom would clean up after me and move my things and then blame me for losing them due to being so messy. Sorry, mom, you totally did. I still love you. But I control my own chaos. I know which pile of stuff contains my bills that need to be paid. I know I can find that red shirt from under that pile of pillows, I know my comforter is put out of the way in a box labeled 'books'. That's just how I choose to live. I don't stress about cleaning up, I don't care if I have a ton of dishes to do; I'll do them when I do them.
I'm a creative person in every meaning of the word, and I love it. And I'd rather spend my time doing something else than worrying about my apartment being too messy. It'll always be messy, unless I get rid of everything I own.
A friend of mine once said it was sort of endearing, when she saw my room.
Yeah, I think so too ;)
Have a great weekend! <3





