I wonder…does a person’s room reflect their personality? It would make for very interesting conclusions, if that were the case.
My room, for example, has gone through various stages and transformations. A couple of years ago, it was creepily tidy to a point it barely looked inhabited, and was often mistaken for the guest room.
Then the schoolwork piled up along with my escalating panic about getting into college. I acquired new habits, like throwing my clothes on a chair, stuffing any and all books, CDs, and irritating objects on my desk, and conveniently forgetting about electric vacuums.
Even my getting into college proved insufficient in restoring my previously obsessively tidy nature. My 150 euro handbags are still constantly resting on a couple of shoeboxes. Right now there are four glasses of water on the stupid desk, along with a two days old bottle of mineral water my sister conveniently forgot all about. Her own handbag is on the chair on top of a pair of Levi’s, a black staff and co. jacket, a white t-shirt with Red Hot printed on the front, a heart shaped pillow and the book I’m supposed to be reading to get my driver’s license.
And don’t even get me started on the bookcase. The horror.
P.S. I can hear one of Helen’s friends explaining why she wants to kill herself. Drama, drama, sniff, sniff. I’m not sure this is helping my mood at all.
