It’s taken me a while to realise that you don’t ever “finish” cleaning up. I’m probably going to die while there are unwashed dishes that I need to do. There will be dirty laundry that needs doing. I will also have things that I’ve Been Meaning to Get Around To.
Not in a dreary way, but just that this is what it’s like going through life. It helps put things in perspective when I realise I’m not actually capable of finishing all my todos. It’s just a process that you go through while alive.
This was very frustrating for me when I went through it. I was in a growing phase, trying to get my life on tracks, and I HATED that I could never have all my clothes I love to wear washed while still being able to wear them. Obvious, I know. But it really wasn’t something I had encountered before, because I never really cared about keeping things tidy.
It’s funny that once you decide you want things tidy, you realize they never truly will be.
You can clean up all the cans, but you will crack another.
You can do all the laundry, you gotta wear it
You can clean the plates, still gotta eat off of them
Just chill, there’s an insurmountable amount of work to have a perfect house. Is that what truly gives you happiness, or is it the untidiness that gives you unease?
And either case, is that truly coming from you or the family/peer pressure?
I go commando because I just have no underwear while wearing two different socks.
They will find me keeled over like this eating in a restaurant.
Kitchen dirty of course.
It’s taken me a while to realise that you don’t ever “finish” cleaning up. I’m probably going to die while there are unwashed dishes that I need to do. There will be dirty laundry that needs doing. I will also have things that I’ve Been Meaning to Get Around To.
Not in a dreary way, but just that this is what it’s like going through life. It helps put things in perspective when I realise I’m not actually capable of finishing all my todos. It’s just a process that you go through while alive.
This was very frustrating for me when I went through it. I was in a growing phase, trying to get my life on tracks, and I HATED that I could never have all my clothes I love to wear washed while still being able to wear them. Obvious, I know. But it really wasn’t something I had encountered before, because I never really cared about keeping things tidy.
It’s funny that once you decide you want things tidy, you realize they never truly will be.
You can clean up all the cans, but you will crack another.
You can do all the laundry, you gotta wear it
You can clean the plates, still gotta eat off of them
Just chill, there’s an insurmountable amount of work to have a perfect house. Is that what truly gives you happiness, or is it the untidiness that gives you unease?
And either case, is that truly coming from you or the family/peer pressure?
I go commando because I just have no underwear while wearing two different socks. They will find me keeled over like this eating in a restaurant. Kitchen dirty of course.
I also don’t care.
It’s you! The Unfinished One!