At Ease
There’s something to be said for the ability of a freshly cleaned and organized bedroom to be conducive to peace of mind. I tend to feel better when my room is in order, which begs the question of why I let it get so out of shape. It would make sense that one’s room, being an extension of the self, affects one’s state of mind. If the room is a mess, is disorganized to such a degree, then that disarray can lend itself to the human condition. Your environment shapes you. For some, such disarray might be the most natural state, and they may take comfort in the anarchy. Not I it would seem. Thanks for the ocd, Mom <3
