Let’s kick it into overdrive

_{....or not}

Around this time yesterday I was fighting off sleep and I had to choose whether I wanted to make art or fuck off on my phone.

My cozy warm bed was calling to me so I just went for it. I threw off my clothes, dove under the sheets and watched silly k-pop videos to brighten my mood. Right now I’m snuggled on the couch downstairs, getting my Joe Hisaishi fix with the Kiki’s Delivery Service soundtrack and deciding how much time I should take for myself before organizing our game room. Thanksgiving is right around the corner and I want to ensure that each room has it’s own comfortable hang out spot. Ah...I wish I would’ve taken the time to buy new house plants to brighten up the space.

I also wish I had magical powers.

@kommienezuspadt always tells me that I’m a cleaning wizard and honestly, it’s a love hate thing for me. I’ve got a knack for organizing but it can be exhausting. I’ll sometimes come up with a elaborate idea for sorting, like grouping my Magic cards by color, spell type and trying hard not to put them in alphabetical order since we have such a large collection that I need to set aside 2-3 hours just to do (what I’d consider) the bare minimum. We’re probably going to be playing magic at our place so I’d like to have our boxes of cards available for anyone who wants to build a 60 card standard deck....but that’s at the bottom of my list of things to do.

Is it therapy or a huge hassle?

The main reason why I don’t absolutely hate cleaning my space is because I like hanging out in a pretty looking home. I usually clean when I’m multitasking. For example, I clean while I cook or while I’m talking to someone so I’m not entirely tuned into what’s happening around me. I also do a great job picking up around the house when I’m pissed off. I’m not the type to make messes or chuck things at the wall (even though I image myself doing it at times) that’s more like my older brother’s style. Instead I’ll stomp around, throw clothes with great force into a hamper and maybe set things down a little rougher than I should. Near the end of my tantrum, I’ll find myself in a good groove. I’ll sit in my own little nook organizing nicknacks and dreaming up new creative things to make.

I hate picking up after others.

Especially when I see the mess happening before my eyes. First, I wanna start off by curse up a storm and then give angry tips on better cleaning practices to keep things in order. Take note that I said that ‘I wanna’ but it usually plays out a little softer than that because I am kind and tolerant. There is less cursing involved and more angry expressions instead. I also keep these things tucked inside my head if this happens to be a reoccurring event. Oh boy, if there’s anything I hate more than cleaning up another person’s mess, it’s repeating myself. I’ve pretty much trained those around me and they know exactly what I’m thinking. My threatening glares are intimidating and I don’t like to be tested.

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Sorry that this kinda turned into a rant.

I also worked myself up from reliving these situations in my head so I’m gonna do something fun and clean tomorrow. Thanks for reading! 🦊