It’s REALLY EASY to be a slob. Seriously. I could do it every day without effort. Looking around me right now, I see a bunch of scattered papers for a bunch of projects that I haven’t quite gotten around to doing yet; I know that there’s laundry that has yet to be folded over in the next room; and don’t even get me started on my bedroom — by the time I get in there every night, I’m too tired to give a care about keeping it in order. It just seems to be easier to just try and take care of one thing in life at a time and not worry about all the menial tasks of keeping things in order.
One of the side effects of having too much stuff is the fact that you seem to constantly lose things. Or is that a side effect of simply being disorganized? In any case, disorganization is directly linked to the amount of stuff you own, and here’s my case for why having less will make a happier you.
As part of getting things ready for the wedding (my parents have 15 people staying over!), my Dad rearranged my room. My series of graphic novels were stacked (out of order); my closet was stuffed with a number of boxes that had previously been sorted around the room; but most interestingly, he found a USB key that I thought I’d lost ages ago. It’s always interesting to see what’s lying around on old drives — and how much you just don’t need anymore.
There’s a game I play everytime I come back to Mississauga. It doesn’t really have a name, but the goal is always the same. It’s really simple. Here’re the rules:
You either WIN or you LOSE