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Recent travels and reflection have led me to realize that I have friends who are way cleaner than me and friends who are even messier than me. I mean… Duh, yes… of course this is totally obvious, I’m just saying that I just realized it. There is so much shit in my room. Empty boxes of Sudafed piled on top of instruction manuals for my Bluetooth headset (that I wrote a phone number on), on top of PSP game boxes. Two slightly different bottles of cold medicine. Clothes… Lots of clothes on the floor. And it doesn’t seem to bother me much. That is, not enough to clean it up anyway.

Meanwhile, I visit other people’s homes from time to time and it’s like a different universe, in a lot of ways. I mean… I am always so taken aback that people actually vacuum, or like, even dust, for fuck’s sake! (Which I really have been meaning to start abbreviating to “FFS!” btw, after I’ve seen it that way on some forums) And not taken aback in a bad way. I mean… I totally appreciate a clean house, especially a bathroom! I just can’t seem to make *myself* do it! =P

But on the other hand, I’ve also spent time in places that make mine look straightened-up as fuck. I’m talking mops and half-filled buckets of weird stuff sitting in the bathtub, windowsills full of cigarette butts and etc. and while I definitely like, notice it and everything… it doesn’t really faze me at all. I’m just all… “Hm, gotta move these cardboard boxes off the chair before I sit down. Whatevs… Oh cool, there’s a yo-yo in here!”

Anyway, I kinda lost the point of exactly what I was trying to say here. Mainly, I guess it’s just that I’m glad I can be friends with all these people, in spite of our differering opinions on the subject of cleanliness and organization. I think it’s good that people have different perspectives on things. It’s like… important and shit. =)