When it comes to most aspects of my life, I’m pretty hyper-organized. I color code my agenda, my school binders, and even my notes in class. Unfortunately, when it comes to my room, I’m quite the opposite.
Since I was a child, I have had an overwhelming hatred for cleaning my room. The funny thing is, I have always loved organizing other people’s rooms. When I went over to a friend’s house when I was younger, I would offer to organize their bookshelf for fun. When it came to my own room, however, I would rather do anything but.
Even though I am no longer a child who refuses to put away her toys, I still hate cleaning my room. When I do manage to force myself to spend a day organizing my room, I get easily distracted. I’ll be going strong, getting rid of piles of old books and clothes, until I suddenly stumble across a bin of knickknacks. I usually proceed to spend the next three hours sorting through old vacation souvenirs and mixed CDs I made when I was nine, instead of actually being productive. I end up scattering all of my interesting finds across the floor, making my room messier than it was when I began cleaning.
This past week, I decided to take on the daunting task of cleaning my room. This was not just simply picking up my floor and making my bed. I went through each and every corner of my room, getting rid of anything I didn’t need. Typically, I save things in the off chance that I might use them some day. I realized I had kept the costume dress from my sixth grade Medieval Fair for the past five years for no real reason.
After sorting through all of the clothes, books, and random things I no longer needed, I put everything back in its place. Once I actually get through the initial obstacle of actually starting to get rid of things, the organization process isn’t nearly as bad as I make it out to be in my head.
After my room is finally clean, I end up feeling a lot happier. I can sit at my desk and not feel surrounded by clutter. I can relax and watch Once Upon a Time on my laptop without feeling stressed out by untidiness. In all honesty, there are no adverse effects to cleaning a room. Having an organized room has nothing but positive outcomes, so why is it such a common subject of procrastination?
I can think of a long list of things I’d rather do besides clean my room – get a sunburn, shave off my eyebrows, never watch Pretty Little Liars again. OK, maybe I’m being a bit over-dramatic. Other than the few select people who actually find enjoyment out of cleaning, it seems there is a general consensus that cleaning your room is an unpleasant activity.
I hate to say it, but cleaning isn’t as bad as it seems to be. While I may wait until the mess becomes unbearable to finally start cleaning my room, I feel relieved when it is over. Every time I clean my room, I tell myself that I will continue to keep it clean. Yet, within a month, the mess is back where I began. Maybe this time I will manage to break the cycle and maintain my room’s cleanliness. As unlikely as that is, I dread the next time I have to clean my room.