I can't get up the gumption to clean... On my more self-deprecating and intellectualizing days, I suspect it's a physical manifestation of my inability to process psycological wastes.
Mind you, were I ever to bother to excavate the deep in the fertile recesses of my subconcious mind (i.e., in "my messy place"), I would probably find firmly embedded in my Id the dream-image of my abode as a lovely compost, which only needs a bit of turning over once in a while.
Even though it goes against the international rules of good conduct insofar as sharing a space, I still get peeved when someone sees fit to tidy around me. "Hey - I know that shoes technically belong in the foyer, but if I take off my shoes in the kitchen and leave them there then that is where I have put them, so kindly stop moving my stuff."
In the same way that my cats leave their scent over everything, leaving stuff around is a subtle way of establishing territory. "Hey, this is mine. That's mine. All this is mine. I'm claiming all this as mine. Except that bit. I don't want that bit. But all the rest of this is mine." -- Cat
Posted by edgar at October 18, 2002 06:00 PM