My friend looked into my room yesterday and I swear her eyes very nearly popped out of her head! The conversation (from memory) went something like this:
Friend: Oh my goodness Joh, how has your room gotten this messy in a day?
Me: raises an eyebrow... or tries to... then gives up as I realise I've only cemented the knowledge that I'm mad in my friend's mind... Messy? What are you talking about?
Friend: Sounds exasperated Well there's all those clothes on your bed and the unemptied box and... (proceeds to list all of the things that are out of place which, admittedly is a rather long list)
Me: You've obviously never lived close to my room before have you?
It's true... I am the mess Queen. And I should probably just stress that the title of this entry has no reflection on my view of tidy people. In fact I admire them because no matter how hard I try, I can't be tidy.
Seriously - on the rare occasions that I get it into my head that perhaps having to take a running leap over clutter to get to my bed is not the best of signs and actually attempt to do something about it, I tidy things and then in five seconds my room looks like some long lost section of the himalayas...
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I grew up surrounded by mess... Our house was (and kinda still is... but maybe that's because they're renovating... not sure) always filled with clutter of some description. Fortunately it was only clutter and there was no chance of finding a rotten apple core that had been forgotten and had developed into intelligent life!
Mum tries to get us to be at least a little bit tidy... I remember once when I was little she sent me on a full on treasure hunt (with clues and everything) around my room to find the floor. (I was highly disappointed when I discovered that the hunt had nothing to do with chocolate of some description)
Unfortunately for her, I've come to the conclusion that being messy has some degree of eccentricity... it's different! Maybe that's why I never put anything away or throw my clothes all over the floor when I've brought them back from the washing machine - it gives my room character!
Or maybe I'm just lazy....
Either way, being messy is a habit that, hopefully, I'll be able to break someday because no matter how much I tell myself that I can "concentrate better when I have to physically clear a space on my desk with a bulldozer in order to study", a tidy room is so much less embarrassing and easy to vaccuum...
But for now, my idea of cleaning is to sweep the room with a glance :)