For six months now my room has been steadily accumulating "stuff". Books, clothes, shoes, bags, more books, printouts, folders. As the "stuff" has been piling up, my stress levels have been rising. What I'm wondering is, am I unable to organise my "stuff" because I'm stressed or am I stressed because I seem to be incapable of sorting out the goddamn mess?
I love the sense of satisfaction I get from a well cleaned up room. The freshly laundered bed clothes, the shoes arranged neatly in pairs, the cds all sitting pretty in their cases, jackets, trousers and skirts all hanging in well behaved rows.
I feel virtuous and good and ready to take on the world. The next day the good work is all undone and I'm back to living in chaos again. I tell myself that I'm comfortable with the mess. I know where everything is. I have a "system" of shifting piles. Maybe I can fool myself but my stress levels don't seem to be falling for it.
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Thus we are men, and we know not how, there is something in us, that can be without us, and will be after us -Thomas Browne
