Organised chaos. Probably something my mother will never understand. The kind that sends people running for the hills when they see my bedroom for the first time and also the kind that makes me all warm and happy inside when I get home.
I currently have my favourite striped hoodie thrown over my desk chair, pressed powders falling over themselves all over my dresser and a selection of coursework laid out on my desk (and floor). Bed unmade? Check.
See, here’s the thing. Tidiness and organisation are typically synonymous with success. Without any doubt. Just google any “how to be more successful” or “how to get my shit together” article and I’ll bet my bottom dollar that those two words will be in there (and no, not for SEO purposes). But even then – why are they so culturally significant and how did we arrive to the conclusion that tidier = better at life?
Let’s think about it. By making my bed in the mornings, I’m spending extra time. I’m using precious time and energy that could be spent on making breakfast or getting an extra 30 seconds of sleep. Don’t shake your head at me.
But once I make my bed, my room just looks better. Everything looks more put together, it just looks cleaner and my bed looks Ikea-showroom-worthy. But that’s all it is – it LOOKS better. Pure aesthetics.
It’s not like making my bed is going to magically clean my bedsheets and make them feel like they’ve just come out of the dryer. It’s not as if making my bed is going to help me feel better after my bout of food poisoning last night. It certainly won’t bring any real benefit to my life apart from looking pretty – all it does is give me extra work to do when I climb into bed at the end of the day. And guess what? My bed gets unmade again.
Why do we do this to ourselves? I’m honestly quite happy coming home to an unmade bed, and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way. We all have a different definition for a “homely feel” after all.
As for the other stuff strewn around my room – I make it work. They say that a messy space is a sign of creativity, which is probably where the whole relaxed shabby chic that the hipsters like so much came from. You know, the ripped jeans with crater-sized holes and cut-off t-shirts that look like they’ve seen better days. If I don’t have a designated spot for everything, I’ll have to devise clever ways to make them all fit at some point in time. Shopping addicts holler at me, please.
The thing is, I know where everything is. I’ll know which jacket you’ve borrowed, where each of my gazillion brown eyeliner pencils are and which handbag you’ve been snooping through. It looks like a tsunami hit last night, but move one thing and I’ll be thrown off completely. And believe me, I HATE not knowing where something is when I need it most.
So, I guess you could say that I have my own form of the thing called OCD that we so often joke about. Funny, isn’t it – that one person’s pristine is another’s chaos. I’ll leave you with this one, though.
“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, then what are we to think of an empty desk?”
Tell me what you think in the comments below, I’d love to hear it! And no, I’m not showing you photos of my bedroom. You go girl.
Disclaimer: The featured image was obtained from Pixabay under a Creative Commons license. J takes no responsibility for any unmade beds or chaos that may ensue in your home after reading this article. Should those events occur, she offers her full support in spirit, whilst sitting in her unmade bed and drinking yet another cup of tea.