Does your abode always end up chaotic?

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No matter what I do corners of my flat always seemingly end up a vortex of random stuff, apparently following the physical laws of entropy, wherein more energy seems to be expended on swirling objects around even more chaotically (or how one's will depletes when tired)...

Our houses & flats are on outer edge of earth, which is spinning at 1,040 mph, ergo, our houses & flats are also spinning which means random items will, centrifugally be pushed outward from the center of the living space allowing free movement from room to room.

But yes, molecular disorder is apparent in my house also. It seems to know when I am not looking & move about mysteriously, creating independent micro-environments of it's own in dark seldom visited corners of my living space.

My place can be messy---but I can't stand chaos, so I try to hold it off when I am able to.

My apt is a total shitmess. I barely ever clean. I just don't have the motivation. My wife cleans even less than i do. I've thrown out more dirty dishes than I've washed over the last few months.

I hate it too. We;re actually both sorta germophobes. But also very unmotivated and unable to focus on such things. Once things get to a certain point, cleaning becomes an enormous project.

When I get a little extra money, I was prolly gonna pay someone to come and clean.

Whenever I clean my desk, it always ends up filling up with clutter again.

My room and my desk are quite messy, although it's sort of an organized mess. I still know where everything is and cleaning it would mean changing where everything is and relearning where to find everything. Clean rooms are nice, but I don't think it's worth the effort.

Yes, and most of my relatives seem to be this way as well. My mother was just commenting on this yesterday, and she couldn't find the words to describe it, but I suddenly thought of it: upheaval. As in, it looks like we live in a constant state of upheaval.

Messy.. No time or energy for that. I try to maintain something decent. But I hate this place. Yet I'm too rigid to move. Will have to.

I don't mind mess, but I hate filth.

You are describing executive functioning issues. I have it and am working with a therapist. It is probably one of our biggest issues...

Always, for always.

Except my closet, which is a scintillating, pristine rainbow of classification; a shining beacon of clothing taxonomy.

This. There is an anomaly that is also true, maybe with others? The fact that the house is often a chaos of mess to anyone visiting, rather than work out how to keep it under control, I will learn where things are within the chaos. This way, important prompts for the day, even if they are under 3 pairs of socks in the corner, I know they are there. Ergo, there is organizational familiarity within the environment. If somebody tidies it, thinking they are helping, it can effectively destroy my operating system & cause an organic BSOD...

My room is pretty messy, but I know where each and every thing is. So what's the problem then?

I blame house gremlins. And cats. The two are in cahoots, I think. For instance, we can spend two days deep cleaning, have my folks over on Saturday and by Sunday night the figurative corners have begun accumulating cruft again. Worse than the corners are horizontal surfaces. We tend to use them as a vast distributed filing system, one that allows all contents to be seen at once. But, I abhor piles on vertical surfaces and my spouse abhors finding the detritus of modern living scattered everywhere there is a "safe" spot**. So we balance out somewhat & manage - with great effort powered by parental guilt - to keep the place adequate. Mostly. Except for certain pieces of furniture that serve as transfer points & temporary storage during the school/work week (they often get cleaned by Sunday night. Okay, mostly "often"). With a sense that to me is quite freaky, my spouse knows where everything is in this filing system of sorts. I on the other hand know where my keys, purse and phone are, and only because they have exactly two designated parking places in the house.

**I have a tendency to do that with things that shouldn't be lost or abandoned to the cats or infants who are now children. So you may well find an earring, a DVI-VGA adapter, and a pencil carefully placed on high shelf-corners of the dishes hutch. Along with whatever remained from last week, like the battery compartment cover to the remote, a packet of seeds from last season (still 80% viable!), and the other earing (on a different shelf).

Nope. I have a compulsive need to keep things organized.