The Slippery Slope of Bedroom Maintenance

"I'll put my shirts here on the back of this chair."

"I'm going to stack my mail here in this pile on the bookcase."

"All my work stuff can go just as easily in this corner of the room."

These are the kinds of phrases I say to myself in the slow rationalization that culminates in an incredibly messy room.

I remember thinking when I was young that as I grew up I would end up like my parents whose bedrooms can't get or stay messy. I imagined my future room to be impeccably clean. I have found however, that life rarely forces us to do anything admirable (I guess I admire clean bedrooms?). Each day is simply a set of circumstances that gives us opportunities to grow and develop. Apparently, I have not yet seized the opportunities to have a consistently clean room. There's only a remote chance that it will happen in the foreseeable future.

This morning I was able to once again repel the slow, yet incessant, march of entropy. Maybe I'll have a few clean weeks, but sure as the sun will rise in the east, my room will devolve to its former state of chaos. For right now, however, I think it's pretty neat to have everything in its place.