11:30pm yesterday found me cleaning. Cleaning! What is the world coming to!
I always knew I was my mother reincarnate, which never bothered me because I'm terribly fond of her, but she is one of the more obsessive-compulsive people in my life. When I was younger, if I hadn't played for a toy in a month it went to Salvation Army. Which is great for the needy and the tax benefits, not so much for little Morgan who just wants to play pretend makeup and now doesn't have pretend concealer. But what will I do about these pretend undereye circles!
This is what happened: I was looking for my half-full pack of cigarettes (which I found mysteriously this morning in a spot that I looked at several times last night -- we have cigarette elves!) amid the clutter and decided that it would be easier to find a half-full pack if there weren't so many empty packs. So I got a trash bag and started throwing those away. Then I started throwing away the random cans and bottles littering the tables. Then I decided to do the dishes. Then I decided to dispose of various boxes. It spiraled into a cleaning tizzy and I cleaned until 1am. As an aside, that the apartment doesn't look much different is a testament to how filthy it was (apologies to the random guests we've had in the past week).
I think that the reason I'm so messy, aside from the fact that I'm lazy, is because of my fear of a lack of things to do. There are always two things on my to-do list: clean and work out. If I complete those two things, I know, logically, that I could find other stuff to occupy my time but I've struggled with the ability to keep tidy and to maintain a regular workout schedule for many years now, so I don't know what I would be without those two things to do. I know, logically, that tomorrow I will have to work out again and the do the dishes and hang up clothes, but I think I sleep better knowing that I didn't complete enough things today so I have to get up tomorrow to get everything done.
Or maybe I'm just lazy and overly-anaylitical.