I know this might sound repetitive, but Worpress sucks. It keeps losing my post and I have to retype them. I will not make the same mistake again though, I will copy the post BEFORE I hit publish, then if it doesn’t do it properly I won’t have to type this all out again.
Before I wrote this title I knew what I was going to write about, and then as soon as I had written it I thought of something else that I could write there. Anyway, the original thing that I was going to write (and did write before this thing was so stupid…) was that I love mess.
My room at the moment is COVERED in mess. It is a pig sty. The other day I was looking for a receipt and so I emptied everything in my room that had paper in it. It was messy before, but just an annoying messy- not messy enough. I needed it to be more messy, more like it is now- just a complete shambles, for it to be a ‘good’ mess.
You may be wondering how more mess is a good mess, so let me explain. I’m a freak. I love the mess. The mess makes me EXCITED because I know that I get to clean it.
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Freak. I know. I realised this about myself as I was in the car tonight waiting for my cell group to start. My car is also the biggest mess in the world, and so I decided to clean it all up. I loved getting in there and cleaning it and making it all nice again. I saved the yucky sticky bits till another day, one because they’re the best bits, and two because I didn’t have anything to clean it with.
So I guess you’re wondering what the second thing was. Actual rubbish. I pick rubbish of the ground that isn’t mine and I HATE littering. I love recycling, and I am in the process of recycling my own paper at the moment. I will post a ‘how to’ on Talia’s Blog when I get round to it. Speaking of how to’s, and of Talia’s Blog, I wrote an article there once about saving the world. It’s about picking up rubbish etc.
I’ve been picking up rubbish for a while now, I did when I was in high school (about 3 or 4 years ago now) and I have always been aware of putting things in the bin. It’s lazy not to, so do the right thing.
So tell me about your freaky things. Am I alone is this strange love to clean up piles of mess, but HATE to clean up little, stupid messes? I hate almost anything little, I like big… everything (without being sus). An example is I don’t like little pretend hugs, I like big, proper hugs. Another example is I don’t like little explanations of things, I like BIG explanations, stories even. Yet another example is that I don’t like small amount of time with my fiance, only big amounts of time. That’s not entirely true, I will take any time I can get, but big time is preferable!
So tell me that I’m not alone, OR tell me that you have something equally as freakish to share.
