Clutterers Anonymous
Books, dog, purse, keys, cigarettes, coins, receipts, paperclips, children's books, more books, watches, cellphones, CDs, DVDs, batteries, little toys, glass of water, pictures, pencils, notebooks, more books. All these things in my room, all not in their proper places.
I am a clutterer, obviously, and if one were to go by the amount of clutter on one's desk at any given day as gauge for orderliness in one's life, I must be in chaos. Yes, my room gets cleaned everyday and is put back to some semblance of order at before I go to sleep, but you wouldn't say that there are tiny invisible elves to keep it in good order. No way.
There are times I wish I were more organized but the thing is I just have to be surrounded by certain things that have to be at arm's length to be comfortable. I must have at least 12 books read in varying stages that are not bound to go back to the shelf anytime soon. I absolutely have to have pen and paper handy just in case I a brilliant thought occurs that has to be written down. I am not about to tear out my daughters' artwork that they stuck to the wall with glue after they have so painstakingly made those to make me happy. The thought of putting all these things back to 'where they should be' is too tedious for me and besides, these things do occupy their rightful space. You see, I am hopeless, not about to do the 12-steps anytime soon, and should not really be complaining. After all, I admit I'm a clutterer and at least that's a step out of denial.
Filed Under: Mania
I am a clutterer, obviously, and if one were to go by the amount of clutter on one's desk at any given day as gauge for orderliness in one's life, I must be in chaos. Yes, my room gets cleaned everyday and is put back to some semblance of order at before I go to sleep, but you wouldn't say that there are tiny invisible elves to keep it in good order. No way.
There are times I wish I were more organized but the thing is I just have to be surrounded by certain things that have to be at arm's length to be comfortable. I must have at least 12 books read in varying stages that are not bound to go back to the shelf anytime soon. I absolutely have to have pen and paper handy just in case I a brilliant thought occurs that has to be written down. I am not about to tear out my daughters' artwork that they stuck to the wall with glue after they have so painstakingly made those to make me happy. The thought of putting all these things back to 'where they should be' is too tedious for me and besides, these things do occupy their rightful space. You see, I am hopeless, not about to do the 12-steps anytime soon, and should not really be complaining. After all, I admit I'm a clutterer and at least that's a step out of denial.
Filed Under: Mania
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