Refresh, Re-Haul: Disorganization at its Finest

Messy room always. It’s unfortunately my MO. But I really want to say modus operandi because I like Latin phrases. At any given time, I have clothing, shoes, purses, papers, money, lipgloss, mail, magazine clippings, photos, pens, Fiji water strewn all over my bed & room. Sounds pretty gross, huh? I mean… it’s not always bad – it’s just my own level of organized chaos.

Like I just don’t enjoy hanging up my clothes. Or putting them in drawers. Unless I have company. The problem is that I have too many belongings and not enough space to store them in. The drawers? They’re all full, I promise. Organization is something I lie to myself about – like I tell people I’m organized, so does everyone? Don’t they? It’s a desirable quality, correct? I don’t own this quality by any means – oops. I’m going to stop lying to myself and own up to my disorganization and masked methods of chaos.

When I get home from work at 11:00PM and I have to be up at 5:45AM the next day, I’ll  typically fall fast asleep half clothed with tons of clothes and/or shoes sprawled over my bed. They’re clean (usually) – they were probably just my potential outfits from this morning. And whatever book I was reading earlier that day, and my Macbook because I had to look something up real quick before I went to sleep, and the mail that I have to look at tomorrow morning while I have some time on the train or subway. But I like all of those things, so it’s OK for me to snuggle with that stuff. I don’t mind it. If I’m really feeling cluttered, I’ll easily move those things to a nice little section on my desk or leather bench or chair. I know exactly where everything is (MOST OF THE TIME!) and if I don’t know, I have at least 3-4 other locations on deck to check where it could potentially be located.

If what I’m looking for is not there, it’s because I didn’t look hard enough. Because when I look for the 2nd time, I always find it. Now that I’ve admitted that I’m completely unorganized in my organized bliss of a life – I am finally settling in to the fact that I’m going to be like this forever and ever. I clean my room once or twice a week – hang up all the clothes, line up the shoes, fold the unworn clothes or send them back to the dry cleaner, organize the papers and “file” them. And then later on that day, I re-start the process.

Collapsed Closet - Due to the Excessive Amount of Clothes. #FML
Collapsed Closet Circa March 2014 – Due to the Excessive Amount of Clothes. #FML

I would love to be Carrie Bradshaw-esque and store my clothing in the oven, but unlike that betch, I actually like to cook. I’m actually completely lying (again) – I can’t remember the last time I used the inside of the oven. I’d just be scared that using the stovetop would somehow make the stuff inside burn and go up in flames. Freakout!

My chaos is renewable. It’s refreshable.

I want to know how it feels to have no belongings nor keep any of your things easily accessible or on display?

I really want to know how it feels to not be a mess. This will be re-visited… time to donate… who wants my stuff?!

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Losing Shit

For being a somewhat responsible person, I’m a CERTIFIED professional at losing everything I need. If I want to find something, it’s automatically missing. 5 minutes later, don’t need it anymore…. Suddenly find it. SOML.

I’ve honestly become a bit of a disorganized mess / hoarder lately. Saving everything, and it’s time to take a purge. I hoard papers, receipts, shopping bags, old mail, clothes, shoes, anything…. because, JUST IN CASE! I save ugly ass clothes because — Halloween costume! Or theme party!

It’s disgusting, so I’m going to make fun of myself on this blog so that I can start behaving like a normal human being again. I filled an entire garbage can (like big ones – the outside ones) with shit that I didn’t need anymore today. So, I’m feeling pretty good about that. ANDDDDDDD I’m having feelings about garbage, yes indeed I am. Ew.

I’m constantly on a “looking for something” spree. I’m talking about the “Where is my phone? / Where are my keys?” / “Where is my boyfriend?” <—— HAHAHA! kind of losing shit. Those things are a GIVEN. Obviously, everybody misplaces those things. I lose major shit – nonstop. Like my checkbook? Oops.  I lose money as I’m about to pay for something. Credit cards – well those get left at the bar every time I open up a tab.

Random thought….! Reason # 6538 (this number means nothing to me) why I’d prefer to be a man – never carrying a purse / never losing shit in the bottom of a purse / never losing shit ever because you don’t carry every stupid thing you think you need but don’t inside of said purse.

I lose clothes. Like I don’t remember where I leave things or who I lend things to. (So if you’re reading this and you have my shit, give it back. Thanks!) I usually find things – but far after the point that I needed them. Bummer.

I’m a huge fan of every piece of advice my Dad gives me – the man should be a life coach because he’s great at memorizing ridiculous quotes from famous people, yet never giving them credit. He’ll never reveal his source and it’s 100% because he has no idea who the hell said it. BUT WHO CARES. Because it’s relevant in this moment and he’s offering his kind-hearted opinion to his darling daughter.

“When things aren’t adding up, start subtracting.”

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Start taking Dad’s advice – a man of many words – far too many words, I’ll start removing things from my life that are no longer serving me. AKA I’ll clean my room this week. AGAIN. 

How to stop losing shit: HAVE LESS SHIT! 

….AND OBVIOUSLY THIS QUOTE IS BY ANONYMOUS – more of a reason for Dad to not know where it came from.