Warning: The following post contains hazardous truths and violent challenging of social conventions. (This post is dedicated to my friend, you know who you are.)
The top photo is my desk. This is how it looks most of the time, although occasionally it’s much worse than this - this is realtively tidy. I say relatively, as when it’s bad, it’s very, very bad. There is as you will observe, an assortment of papers, books (there are always books), a tea cup (Highland Stoneware if you are curious), a purple handbag and of course, Sigmund Freud on the couch (a past school assignment of my son’s). In the centre is the computer, cluttered with favourite objects, several Buddha’s, a dragon, some stones and an Indian plaque. To the right you see the lamp, shade askew, a bubblegum machine (another past school project of my son’s), the phone and various other bits and pieces.
I will come to the reason for this post shortly, just bear with me.
The bottom photo is taken in my bedroom, also ‘relatively’ tidy. You will notice piles of things and this indicates there have been recent efforts to restore order. The basket on top of the couch was put there to deter the cat from sleeping on the piles. She prefers the piles. If you look to the bottom left, you will notice another pile, not orderly but what we in Scotland call a ‘guddle’ (a muddle or confusion). That pile represents the status quo.
Recently, I told a friend not to worry about the state of her home, it’s possible clutter or untidyness, reassuring her that I lived in similar fashion and do not judge such things. I do not follow the social convention, one that more than irks me, namely, when people come to my home I do not exclaim pseudo sincere, ‘Oh dear, you’ll have to excuse the mess,’ only to have them enter a spotless house. When I say it’s messy, it really is. We all live as we live, differently, and those differences are what make it so interesting. There is no right or wrong in this, only what we prefer and are prepared to do.
With my shocking revelations, I hope you’re prepared to forgive both my honesty and also my desire to eradicate that annoying convention. Telling the truth is so liberating.