Yes, contrary to what I tell my mom when she tells me to clean my room, my room is messy.
It’s not all my fault. It’s mostly the fact that I use school as an excuse for not having any time, even when I do have time. I tell myself that I simply cannot spare the time to clean my room but then I find that I have time to do other random things that I really don’t need to do.
Maybe it’s that I find a messy room comfortable. Maybe some part of me finds a messy room is homey. If I had a clean room all the time, then I would not feel comfortable in there because I would be too worried about messing things up. My bed with the blankets strewn all over it looks mighty inviting when I come home tired from school. If I need a pencil while doing homework in bed, then I know that I can find one somewhere on my bedside table. Basically, if I’m ever missing anything, it’s bound to be in my room.
But then again, how many times am I going to be stressed out because I can’t find an important paper because it somewhere on my floor? How many times am I going to lose my pencil in the mountain of pillows on my bed? How long am I going to wear the same jeans and t-shirt because all my other clothes are dirty and on my floor?
Hopefully the answer to those questions is not long. But I guess only time will tell (this time, maybe it will be time that I do have).
