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- May 21, 2009 by radicalshorty
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I was a pretty well-behaved kid - over-achieving goody-two-shoes, remember. So apart from my clueless year five teacher trying to get me in detention for blinking, the only thing that I ever really got into trouble over was the state of my bedroom. I was, and still am, pretty messy when it comes to my personal space. I guess the artistic half of my brain has an easier time imagining how outfits look whilst strewn over the floor, rather than hanging in the wardrobe.
In my defence, my room was not entirely my own. Whilst Pook and Ma often ganged up on me, Pook laying responsibility for our shared bedroom's tidiness squarely upon my shoulders, revenge was to be had when I moved to Manchester. Ma soon realised that the bedroom we once shared was not exactly immaculate when left solely in Pook's hands.
So I spent a lot of my childhood looking for lost objects buried in a mountain of clothing and paperwork, with Ma yelling behind me about the place looking like a bombsite. But, like Pook, Ma is in denial about her own organisational skills too. We couldn't use our dining room table for three years because she'd covered it in paperwork that she was promising to file away all that time. I guess she was trying to stop us from developing her own bad habits, but with us it was a case of "do as I do, not as I say".
Hey, at least I can admit that I'm untidy by nature.
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Even as I write this, my desk is a haven for tea glasses an even a few plates from the past two days (though, in my defense, I've been sick all week.) I'm always being harped on about my living space and how it's a pigsty, but for some reason, I can always remember where everything is and exactly which pair of jeans it's underneath.
Part of the blame would have to go on my mother, though. I don't have nearly enough storage space and a lot of ... stuff. It took quite a lot of cleaning and donating to get my shelf to even house all of my books! I used to have a box on my floor for my manga. That's how sad it got.