Ownership
For the first time since classes started this year, I was actually in my room.
The first weekend, I didn't come home. The second, I came home, but i didn't feel like I did becuase I was alone working practically the whole time. And today, I actually got to lie down on my bed and enjoy, unlike what I did last week. What I did then was more like crash down on the bed rather than lie down.
Every time (and I mean every time) I enter my room when I get home from LB, what I see surprises me. See, when I leave for LB on Mondays, my room is, more often than not, in disarray. It's not in total chaos, but it's not perfectly clean and tidy, either. But when I return on Saturdays, it's ALWAYS clean and tidy to the point of bareness. Now, don't get me wrong: I appreciate that our househelp clean my stuff, but honestly... I'd rather they didn't, for several reasons.
First of all, we are all individuals meaning our logic is unique, some being more different than others. Therefore, I have a way of "fixing" my things. Though my stuff may look as if they were little lost children trying to find their way home in my *humungous* kingdom of a room, I know where I find things. Sure, some little items get misplaced every once in a while, but at least I have an idea where to look for them. But when other people clean my room for me without my permission... Aiya. I'm going to be the little lost girl.
Secondly, my room represents who I am. Because I'm not OC about being clean and tidy, my room is what I'd call "lived in". So if somebody else were to rearrange my stuff, then my abode would've lost its identity.
Third, it's my room. Mine. I take care of my things because they're my things. So, no matter how careful somebody else may be, they won't be as catious about my things as I would be.
Like, maybe I'd be more careful with the bowl I received on New Year's day...That ever-so-cool bowl with the holes for the chopsticks. MY bowl. I'd definitely be careful with it enough NOT to break it before I even got use it.
Also, I'd be careful with the nice brown-paged, unruled notebook I got myself on Christmas. MY notebook. Maybe I wouldn't get it all dirty because the cover was not waterproof, so I couldn't wash dirt off. And I'd most probably be careful with its "latch" because that's what makes it so nice. I wouldn't pull on it so it'd break off even before I got to write anything on it.
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GAAAAAH!!!!!!
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The keyword here, my friends, is ownership. "If it's not yours, be carerful with it", my mom always said. "If you can't be careful with it, leave it alone." The truth is I appreciate our househelp for the work she does, but... the recent side effects are proving to be a test to my patience.
And seriously, I want to start locking my room everytime I left for LB.
The first weekend, I didn't come home. The second, I came home, but i didn't feel like I did becuase I was alone working practically the whole time. And today, I actually got to lie down on my bed and enjoy, unlike what I did last week. What I did then was more like crash down on the bed rather than lie down.
Every time (and I mean every time) I enter my room when I get home from LB, what I see surprises me. See, when I leave for LB on Mondays, my room is, more often than not, in disarray. It's not in total chaos, but it's not perfectly clean and tidy, either. But when I return on Saturdays, it's ALWAYS clean and tidy to the point of bareness. Now, don't get me wrong: I appreciate that our househelp clean my stuff, but honestly... I'd rather they didn't, for several reasons.
First of all, we are all individuals meaning our logic is unique, some being more different than others. Therefore, I have a way of "fixing" my things. Though my stuff may look as if they were little lost children trying to find their way home in my *humungous* kingdom of a room, I know where I find things. Sure, some little items get misplaced every once in a while, but at least I have an idea where to look for them. But when other people clean my room for me without my permission... Aiya. I'm going to be the little lost girl.
Secondly, my room represents who I am. Because I'm not OC about being clean and tidy, my room is what I'd call "lived in". So if somebody else were to rearrange my stuff, then my abode would've lost its identity.
Third, it's my room. Mine. I take care of my things because they're my things. So, no matter how careful somebody else may be, they won't be as catious about my things as I would be.
Like, maybe I'd be more careful with the bowl I received on New Year's day...That ever-so-cool bowl with the holes for the chopsticks. MY bowl. I'd definitely be careful with it enough NOT to break it before I even got use it.
Also, I'd be careful with the nice brown-paged, unruled notebook I got myself on Christmas. MY notebook. Maybe I wouldn't get it all dirty because the cover was not waterproof, so I couldn't wash dirt off. And I'd most probably be careful with its "latch" because that's what makes it so nice. I wouldn't pull on it so it'd break off even before I got to write anything on it.
...
GAAAAAH!!!!!!
...
The keyword here, my friends, is ownership. "If it's not yours, be carerful with it", my mom always said. "If you can't be careful with it, leave it alone." The truth is I appreciate our househelp for the work she does, but... the recent side effects are proving to be a test to my patience.
And seriously, I want to start locking my room everytime I left for LB.
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nya~! oo nga sarah=sara. x___x This has been a long frustration of mine. I posted that because I got *aargh* one morning about it. hahahah the world is conniving against organized clutter, I tell you!!
Posted by
ame
I agree. I do get lost in my own room. i mean... >_> I know I know! Things get lost in my room. but I know where they are usually and when it gets arranged (read: disarranged) I get lost. T_T god forbid.
Posted by
miii
good thing my room stinks that no dares enter it. haha! joke. maybe you should just tell your househelp that you don't want your room cleaned unless you tell her/him so.
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