Over the last 23 years, I have convinced myself that I work well in chaos.
By which I mean, mess.
I will never pretend to be a tidy person. I certainly appreciate tidiness, and I understand why people have organized desks. I suppose, one day, I might also have an organized desk. But, who says it's not? I know where (most) things are. I can reach my keyboard and see my screen. If I open my cupboard to my right I know which notebooks and outlines I'm hiding there. The cupboard on my left--half-finished canvases and scattered pastels, ten volumes of Honey and Clover that I am excited to (eventually) read. On the desk itself, books upon books, cups of coffee and tea and milk and, at the moment, neocitron. Poetry, manga, comics, Harry Potter--I'm surrounded by things that make me happy.
I mean, and garbage.
Okay, I'm a mess.
By which I mean, mess.
I will never pretend to be a tidy person. I certainly appreciate tidiness, and I understand why people have organized desks. I suppose, one day, I might also have an organized desk. But, who says it's not? I know where (most) things are. I can reach my keyboard and see my screen. If I open my cupboard to my right I know which notebooks and outlines I'm hiding there. The cupboard on my left--half-finished canvases and scattered pastels, ten volumes of Honey and Clover that I am excited to (eventually) read. On the desk itself, books upon books, cups of coffee and tea and milk and, at the moment, neocitron. Poetry, manga, comics, Harry Potter--I'm surrounded by things that make me happy.
I mean, and garbage.
Okay, I'm a mess.