Patrick and I met at the YWCA gym working out. In retrospect I’m sure he was stacking his used weights in a neat, organized pile, and probably mine were slightly askew. We didn’t notice that of course, since we were falling in love.
Our house is really neat and clean, and I really wouldn’t be embarrassed if you dropped by anytime. Really. (I think I might have overused the word really, so now you are really suspicious.)
Okay, I have to confess there are some areas where Patrick outdoes me in the neatness department. LIke most creative geniuses I have some idiosyncrasies. I’m not really a creative genius, but that last sentence was a really fun fantasy. (I promise I won’t use the word really again in this post, so please read on.)
My neatness is shallow (surprise!) in that I believe if messiness is (mostly) hidden, it doesn’t exist. Patrick is hardcore neat and doesn’t share my practical philosophy. We are very accepting of each other’s differences and it has never been a problem for us.
Who cares about coffee in a spoon when you eventually hide it away in a dishwasher that will most likely remove that tiny dried on ring? And even if there is a hint of that ring remaining, the sanitized spoon is stashed in the silverware drawer, right?
My stacking job vs. meticulous engineer’s stacking job. This doesn’t happen very often since I have been banned from most dishwashing duties.
Notice how super neat everything is in the areas that I can’t reach. No fair! He’s tall. Both closets are identical once doors are closed.
Most of the time I can close my bureau drawer by squishing everything in. I do think I’m buying too many horizontal stripes though, don’t you?
The dog is the only one who rides in my back seat and she doesn’t complain. Isn’t that why they have tinted car windows? And when was the last time you could find your umbrella when you needed it?
My desk is a bit harder to hide, so I do clean it up at least once in a while, with “a while” being a vague time frame. Then I vow to keep it neat, but inevitably revert back to desknial (desk denial).
Body clutter is easy to hide with a flowing, loose top. Patrick doesn’t need this strategy, and can tuck in his shirt with a 30 inch belt encircling his slim waistline.
Okay, now it is your turn to vote. Does messiness exist if you (mostly) can’t see it?