I hate clutter...

Tonight I am exhausted. I did something when I got home that I never, ever do. I took my boots off after a long day of walking in them, and I threw them in my closet. If you know me at all, you know that I am extremely organized (sometimes a little over-the-top). And you would know that I never just throw my shoes in the closet, ever. Everything around me has order, everything is clean, and everything has to stay this way. This includes places no one can see, such as my drawers and closets. My clothes are typically in order by color and my shoes are lined up perfectly...well, they were until now. Okay, so now I sound like some kind of neat freak, which I guess is a little extreme. Please don't get me wrong, I will leave things imperfect. Such as my bed in the morning if I don't have time. Or maybe I will leave a couple books out overnight instead of putting them on the shelf. Or perhaps I left a few crumbs on the counter after making toast. These things happen, I get that. However, on a perfect day my bed will be made, my counters will be free of any debris, and everything will be in its corresponding place. I hate clutter. I often wonder if there's a word for someone who is an anti-hoarder and anti-clutter-er. Because that's me. Sometimes I think I have a fascination with throwing things away. If it's meaningless to my life, and if I'm done with it, it's gone.


I've learned to treat certain people the same way. As cruel as that may sound, it's the truth. I come across hundreds of people every single day. Some of them I interact with, others I'm forced to interact with, and some I just get a glimpse of. Little do these people know that I am quickly evaluating them, almost interviewing them silently in my head. Will you benefit my life in any way? If the answer is no (which it usually is), then I smile and move along. I do not allow another second of my life to be spent on that person. I do give chances, however. I will give anyone a chance that is alive and breathing. But if there is anything about you that I feel will be destructive to my life, then I simply walk away.


I've come too far to let clutter take over. Much like I control the organization of my living space, I control the organization of my life. And as long as I keep my life organized, neat, and clean, I will be able to breathe easy. And I will breathe even better after I go straighten my boots in the closet.