On Organising and Staying Organised.

8.1.2020

I don’t know whether to call myself disorganised, though no one in their right mind can call me the opposite. Of the latter, there need be no argument. I do get sudden fits of needing to clean and arrange every ten days, but most of the time my surroundings are in disarray.

 It would be crudely poetic if I were to say that the mess in my room is actually reflective of the chaos in my mind, or better still, the unrest in the world we live in, but since the people who know me best might read this, I shall not go that far into untruthful territory.

And yes, I have used the refrain: “Messy is good, because I know where everything is,” too often to really mean it anymore. In fact, the last time I murmured it halfheartedly before going in to clean anyway, I realized that I had been lying to myself all these years!

I agree though that when everything is everywhere, even looking for a pen becomes a game of treasure hunt. Clearly, I’ve forgotten about the countless times this very same attribute of a messy room has made me scream in frustration and earn many “this is why you should be organised” glances from my loving family and friends.

I have found that remembering to clean is almost as hard as actually tidying up. This is saying a lot because as we all know, reaching a level of cleanliness or neatness that matches up to someone else’s standards but at the same time managing to stay sane is a feat in itself.

But, I’m proud to say that I am actively researching ways to overcome this affliction and mould myself into a neat, tidy, and organized person. The operative word in that very ambitious sentence before, you should note, is “researching,” which of course means that a bigger evil has befallen me: procrastination.

Honestly though, setting reminders and alarms help, and I do that obsessively to try and get out of the vicious cycle of remembering, then forgetting, then remembering when it’s too late and then vowing to remember next time, only to promptly forget again. Well, I am proud to say that it’s working!

On that positive note, I shall sign off now and start cleaning my table and bookshelf and then make the bed. Or maybe I could do it later; I’ll remember if I set a reminder. What if I forget to set a reminder?

I guess I’ll just go and tidy the room. But then again, if I clean the mess up, where’s the adventure?

Gosh, I just read the last few lines. I have relapsed. It’s back to square one.