I am a very messy person. I try to neaten up every week and within minutes, I clutter things up again. I like a good mess. Not a bad mess, mind you. Sometimes, the mess is just too messy and you startle yourself into some kind of cleaning frenzy. And, if you think I’m just talking about material clutter… Well, go right ahead.
With that said, I’m proud of my organized chaos and mess. There are times when people hear me describe myself as messy and tell me I shouldn’t put myself down like that. As if I’m expressing shame. I laugh and note, I’m not ashamed of being messy. I’m proud. It’s my controlled mess. My thoughts and feelings in full display not tucked away neatly in a bookshelf or two. I often even sit on the floor while working with my papers set in a circular pattern around me. Words, numbers and punctuation marks surrounding my being. I like my mess and that is that.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
I’m glad I’m not the only one. I love controlled chaos; my controlled chaos. I find it actually helps me think better. I know where everything is, and I can get to it at any moment.
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Hehe Messiness
Reigns With
Me i Am
‘The Oscar’
Of The
‘Odd Couple’
And Uh Oh
Not “Sleeping
With Any
Enemy”
But
Wife
Insures
All Bath
Towels
Hang
Precisely Even
Meanwhile i
Ain’t the one
Who
Gets
Road
Rage
Just A Feather
Floating in
The Wind
Avoiding
All Head
On
Clashes
With Ease
As There
Is No
Order
But
Beauty
And Wisdom
With Feather
FLoWinG Winds
Chaos Magic
Only Messy
For ‘Those’
Without
Feathers
To See
and Hear
Free🐑🕺
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i used to be exactly like you, until I got married and my husband shamed me horribly for it. I don’t think he meant to, he is just minimalist and i am …. well… ‘maximalist’, if that makes any sense. And so I began to always put my mess away. I think I lost a part of myself in the process. I became very down. And now clean thoroughly every two or three days, getting upset if I see something out of place. Then I had my son, and I began to get colourful things again. Postcards tacked to the wall. Different kinds of coloured and textured paper. Assortments of crayons. Scrapbooks. I maintain it’s for the boy, but my, he never uses those things… only i do. I like to take with me a pile of papers and books wherever I am working and set it up, as you say, in a ‘messy’ pattern around my station. Mess makes me creative, it’s who I am. And tidy people are who they are too. Both can exist, it’s perfectly ok. Being messy is not a bad thing! Being judgemental is, haha!
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