The Definition of a Sickness

[maveness]

Want the definition of a profound sickness? When an individual gets extreme profound pleasure out of organizing a room.

(My mother's storage room at her store. It's hideous. You would not believe the sheer amount of junk in there, plus the disorganization. It's the size of my childhood bedroom (maybe bigger), and yet impossible to walk through.)

The past hour just flew by because of being buried armpit deep in extra shelves, boxes, hangers, even an empty notebook that most likely originated from my mother's first job post-college (you think I kid?).

Hannah, the other girl working, is eating her lunch, hence the only reason organizing is not still going on. Plastic bins have been requested and by next Saturday that room should be gloriously clean. Then the office is next!

Comments

[anathem.livejournal.com]

I understand and sympathize with you over this profound sickness. You know it's bad when you feel the compulsion to clean not only the room, but everything in the room (i.e., organizing the drawers in dressers, alphabetizing or grouping things by subject in the bookcase, etc.).

*sighs*

[maveness.livejournal.com]

When I moved into my new apartment I did that - plastic bins for everything from hats to purses to pictures to Christmas decorations, small boxes were used to sort the sewing drawer (which was a feat), baskets for doggie items. And it was *fun*. I even bought a file cabinet. Sometimes it's scary, considering how much of the time I live in clutter otherwise. And organizing other people's stuff? Is way more fun than just the normal organizing.