Please, before you start tossing around names like slob or words like mess, disgusting, and heath hazard, give me the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe I’m a scientist. Maybe the reason my room contains 2 coffee cups with mold cultures is that I’m attempting to grow my own penicillin. Maybe my dishes are always dirty because I’m working on a top secret government project, which is classified at the highest levels.
Maybe clothes and boxes are strewn about my room purposefully. I may be a Feng Shui master and what appears to be mess to you, may be a pattern of books and shoes and pens, crafted to perfectly allow the unimpeded flow of energy and peace in my place of repose.
Perhaps I’m an artist, working in a breakthrough medium, creating art out of the every day, the ordinary, and the normal. I could have a multi-million dollar contract to create a typical college room work of art for a wealthy patron. I could be a modern day Brancacci or a Brunelleschi, working for a modern day Medici.
Or maybe this mess is just getting out of control. Good thing I’ll be packing up and deep cleaning soon.