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arrowwhiskers ([personal profile] arrowwhiskers) wrote2006-02-19 01:02 am

Clutter

I've decided that my state of mind is closely, if not directly correlated to the orderliness of my room.

As I was explaining to David, I clean my room on weekends. So on Monday, and the beginning of the week...it's spotless, everything's cached exactly in its designated place...and I'm refreshed. Then as the week goes on...it gets more trashed, and I don't have the energy to deal with it, and so the clutter builds up, just as I get more and more frantic from dealing with school for consecutive days. Finally, by Friday, my room is an everloving sty, and I'm just about going crazy for need of a repose.

It makes total sense. My room is a fucking danger zone at the moment. I don't have the energy to deal with it.

And, accordingly, my mood has been abysmal pretty much all day. Heeh.

EDIT- So I sucked it up and did it <.< All clean...and yeah, I actually -do- feel a bit better. o.O More proof of my theory, eee.

[identity profile] moldybagel.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I usually just don't clean my room until it's beyond repair. And for some reason I just don't care, I could be sleeping on a pile of papers without getting upset at all. It's not that I'm a slob or anything, I try to keep everything sanitary, but as long as my room smells fine (as in, no moldy, sweaty, or rotting smells), I'm mostly apathetic about my room's cleanliness.

I'm cleaning my room now, though, and I'm planning on keeping it reasonably clean so that I'll have good habits in college. I don't want to embarrass myself or my roommate. ;)

[identity profile] l33tspike.livejournal.com 2006-02-19 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
there was totally a lady at the UU who talked about the cleanliness happiness thing, it's awesome that you were thinking of it so soon after

[identity profile] arsinyk.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, if you're happy, you want things organized/usable/visually pleasant. Or like, a usable mess, where you know where it *looks* like a mess, but you know where everything is and are comfortable in it. If you're depressed/lazy/unhappy/whatever, you're just sort of like, meh, I'm too lazy to clean or do anything else. >>

Though I don't have a weekly "schedule" with my mood shifts. My emotions aren't *nearly* that predictable.