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Mess : Day 1
Today at 7 pm, I decided to clean my room. The last time that phenomena occurred was about a decade ago when I moved to I had a profile picture on facebook (the biggest scam this century so far) on which many people commented that it looks like a storage room or an airplane hanger. That is my room, proudly. Yes. I am a very, very messy person. I do know where everything is though, but to spare my memory from remembering everything, today I decided to throw everything away. I threw away CDs of songs and movies that I once liked and now hate. Books that I bought and never read. I only kept the ones whose cover I value. I do judge a book from its cover. I actually own a CD with a Britney Spears MP3s folder on it. (Don’t tell anyone) Those who know me KNOW that in order for me to decide to clean my room I must have been really bored… or really seeking change. Neither… I need space… lots and lots of space. (Reminds me a bit of Kramer when he wanted to redecorate his apartment into levels.) I own a HUGE DVD collection; I could actually start a rental business. Today I realized that I’m a spender. I shop when I can. (I hate the internet). Shopping online is fucking addictive. (Shopping offline in Egypt is for suckers though) When you’re a parent, your house is basically storage room for your children’s future furniture. Mothers fill all rooms with antique coffee tables that they paid a fortune for 15 years ago. There are two in my room, covered with sheets. I NEED THAT SPACE. I dunno what I’m doing… but I feel like I’m furnishing a new apartment. That was day 1.
I am not proud. That, of course, I broke before I threw it in the trash.
Lovely.
Carry on. You will feel reborn.
I know that feeling. I am not a messy person anymore (used to be as a teenager) but now I have the habit of literally trashing my room when I am absolutely & utterly miserable. I would throw shit on the floor. Ash my cigs on the carpet, juice bottles, cans shit everywhere - I just trash my space.
& then I snap out of it. & once it is all gone - it's a refreshing new breath...
Posted by
Jade |
11/11/2007 02:16:00 AM
It took me six years to clean up my room. I did it on October 23rd. I took the decision right after I quit work last December, and it took me 10 months to finally get to do it. I took pictures of the piles of stuff I threw out - 5 piles of waist-high crap. And now I have shelves upon shelves that look miserable and empty. I'm sure I did the right thing though. Keep the good stuff coming :)
Posted by
Embee |
11/11/2007 01:16:00 PM
Jade,
My room is beyond recognition. The problem with starting something is the never ending possibility of quitting. AND SO in an attempt to avoid that crap I did half the room and left the other half lying in the middle like chalk man in a crime scene. I'll leave it there so I don't quit.
I work better under pressure.
Embee.. welcome aboard first timer. I'm too afraid to take pictures of my room :) I'll keep you posted.
Posted by
Яαgιи Яαvєи |
11/12/2007 12:39:00 AM
i could relate to your 'storage' room... that's what my friends called my old 'pre-marita' room...
i am more like Jade now!! currently my room has almost all my clothes packed randomly in suitcases, the rest of my clothes in addition to those of my kids are scattered everywhere!!
i need to snap out of it before i get chronical depression or something.... just don't have that much space to unpack!!! BECAUSE:
"I shop when I can. (I hate the internet). Shopping online is fucking addictive. (Shopping offline in Egypt is for suckers though)"
yes, i am an online shopping addict too... which reminds me, i have a n online shopping bag somewhere that i need to clear by finalizing the purchase.... hopeless, i know
Posted by
insomniac |
11/12/2007 11:40:00 AM
any cool shopping links? (non feminine products please)
Posted by
Яαgιи Яαvєи |
11/12/2007 07:54:00 PM
You're gonna love this ! http://tinyurl.com/5bgov
Posted by
Embee |
11/12/2007 09:48:00 PM