I have nightmares about moving back to my mothers and having to again share a room with my siblings who got it unbelievably messy and refused to clean it up leaving me as the one who was made to clean up after them. Getting my own place was necessary if I wanted to retain my sanity for very long. Clutter gets on my nerves so much I hate having one of my friends over since she always has a ton of stuff with her, dumping it everywhere.
Discordinate colors have the same affect on me. My beanie babies, 150 of them, are arranged according to what color they are because my eyes couldn't take all those colors and patterns mixing together. Even my area rug bothers me because it's turquoise rather than indigo, which is the dominate color in my apartment's decorating scheme.
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"There is difference and there is power. And who holds the power decides the meaning of the difference." --June Jordan
13 Aug 2005, 6:48 pm
