Look, I am the first person to admit that I am not particularly tidy. My life is an intricate system of piles. But, as I'm sure my fellow messy people understand, it is a SYSTEM. It may look completely disorganized, but there is method in it. I can pretty much always locate what I need quite quickly, and I know I'm not the only one with this talent. So I ask you, tidy people, why can you not accept this? Why can you not understand that I am comfortable with my squalor? I mean, I would get it if it were strewn about common areas, but why does it bother you so much what I do with my own space? Most of all, how can I make you realize that you are not making my life easier when you take it upon yourselves to tidy up my stuff a little?
I am mostly writing this to blow off some steam because I came back from a week away to find that my mess had been tampered with. It was done by someone quite close to me, so it's not that it's so intrusive, but more that I CAN'T FUCKING FIND THINGS. I am trying to remind myself that the person was just trying to be nice, and that it's not worth getting upset over. But it's their turn to be away this week, and there are multiple items that are now officially missing in action, and I have no idea where to look for them. I am starting to suspect that they may have been thrown away. And it's making me lose my mind.
CAN I GET SOME SYMPATHY FROM MY FELLOW MESSY PEOPLE. Also, if you were my brand new skipping rope, where would you be?