I have this table. A desk for my computer. And I clean it up every now and then, but mostly, it's crammed with stuff I don't need. Non-computer stuff. And I always wondered how it kept getting so damn messed up. So today morning, I cleaned it up again. Moved things around, threw some shit out. It's night and already I can find some stuff I put on it during the day that doesn't need to be here.
So that's what got me thinking. How all of these tiny things, they sneak up on you. You might just miss them if you're not looking. But there they are, every day, fucking your stuff up. Fucked up part is you only notice them when they get majorly fucked up. Before that, you're thinking, there's nothing wrong with this picture.
But time passes. And when time passes, it doesn't crawl. You think it does, but it doesn't. It flies. Straight past you and you won't even notice. You're too busy procrastinating. Overlooking shit that doesn't look so fucked up, but it is.
So here's what I've got to do. Look for the small shit. Clean it up while it's still small, manageable.
Now comes the hard part. Actually doing it.
Ladies and gentlemen, pardon my french. And my redundancy. But it's the only way I'll listen.
1 comment:
As I read this post and look at my computer desk, i so know what you mean. There's betadine, a bulb, a stapler, a syllabus book, an empty jewellery box, sketch pens and colour pencils, letters that i will never post, two bangles, scissors, hanky, a knife... i so know wht u mean.. God, I just can't get this thing cleared up...
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