What I can never seem to understand is how quickly my room turns into a mess. The place is a dump. And it never takes me more than two days after cleaning to make it that way. Am I doomed to forever be a slob? Once I get an apartment (IF I get an apartment) is that going to look like a dump too? Why is it that I feel the need to keep EVERYTHING…on the floor?
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OK, here’s the problem: the maintenance.
We all can clean our rooms or apartments or whatever, love the way it looks. Whatever.
Then the second we put *one* thing on the floor, it becomes acceptable to put *all* things on the floor.
Then it turns into a mess again.
It’s a matter of not putting that *first* thing on the floor [or the counter, or whatever].
I haven’t found how to perfect the maintenence yet. =\
Word.