Ever since I was really young, I’ve always been a neat freak. I used to share a room with my two sisters, and the place would always be a pigsty in no time. The eldest was the sloppiest, with the youngest being slightly less so, and me being the perfectionist. Every couple of months, I wouldn’t be able to take the mess anymore, and I would kick them out of the room and spend an entire day (and then some) cleaning up. Stuff got thrown out and reorganized. If my sisters got annoyed that I got rid of something or moved something, I told them they should have done it themselves.
As the years have gone on, the cleaning has trickled down, but mostly because I’m too busy, and when I am home, I don’t want to do anything. However, if things start to really get on my nerves, I’ll actually tell my younger sister (the elder moved out) to clean up her sh*t and then I’ll get to mine.
I’m kind of trying to clean up now, but on a different level. I’m trying to sell some of my books an old anime on Ebay. No nibbles yet. If that doesn’t work, I’ll take them to the nearest Half Priced Books and get rid of them there. Make a little money and get rid of some stuff I’m not using. I always like the feeling I get after I clean up and make space anywhere in my room. Of course, the idea is so I can put something else there that I will use. But, I do like to leave it bare for a while, so the illusion of clean and neat stays with me. Too soon, my sister shatters it. There will be clothes on the floor, socks under the bed, exercise items scattered about, and shoes hap-hazardly spread around. Yep… that’s my roommate.
And on that note, it’s been real!