Clutter

Sometimes i wonder what would happen if i remove all the clutter from my life. As of now, wherever i see there is some sort of a mess surrounding me.

I am not, have never been and can never be the organized kinds. Somehow clutter is what i thrive on. As long as it's a mess, i can just dig in and find what i want.. doesn't take no time.. no sir... and god save me; the day i arrange my cupboard, i can't find a thing to wear... i sort my papers, they go missing and don't even get me started on knick-knacks.

I can never fold my clothes and keep them, open my shoes at the designated place, put my socks in the shoes, keep the change back in the purse, fold the bedcovers... never... it just somehow gets postponed for later...hell.. even my desktop is messy.. lots of files all over the place, waiting to be moved to the right folders..

I have trouble throwing off old clothes and shoes, even the ones i know i'll never wear again.. i just go and dump them back home.. never to see them again, but safe in the knowledge that they are there just in case i feel like using them again (or if i ever fit into them again)...

And then there is a paradox... as chaotic as my personal belongings are, in general i like things neat and clean, spic and span... i'll arrange flowers in vases, dust off books, wipe the kitchen counter, scrub floors....then u open my cupboard.. and lo! everything falls out haphazardly...sighhh....

Garima tells me if i ever publish this blog, i'll greatly reduce my chances of getting married (which are pretty slim at this moment anyways)... but as usual i am gonna take the risk and hit "Publish post"...

here goes....