It seemed like such a good idea at the time…….(12.09.09)

Posted: 18/10/2010 in ravings of a mad woman

About a week or so ago I decided to finally tidy my bedroom. Not only this, but I figured the only way I was going to get it properly tidy was to rearrange my bedroom furniture. I seem to remember thinking that it seemed like such a good idea at the time. Needless to say within a few hours the resolve had gone and I was starting to regret such a mammoth undertaking. I believe it all started to go wrong when I misplaced my can of diet coke just moments before I started to move one of my wardrobes. Now this wardrobe is used as random storage. It houses all my makeup and “special things” and not clothes (they all live squished together in the other one!). It might only be just over 50cms wide, but at nearly 2 metres high and totally mirror fronted; it is of some considerable bulk. As I mentioned, I had misplaced my can of diet coke but I had already began move the gargantuan wardrobe almost half way into its new position before I realised I’d knocked the bloody thing over and had then proceeded to push the growing puddle around the floor underneath it! Yes, I believe this to be the start of the slippery slope into madness along which I descended as the day wore on. It might help to know that by the time my parents got home from work I think I might have worried my mother slightly by the fact that I had consumed somewhere in the region of 20 cups of coffee and had eaten nothing all day. The day in question was a rather wet one, but it was actually rather warm, so I was quickly regretting my choice of afternoon time killer. Eventually I managed to force all the pieces of furniture into their new position and did gaze upon the carnage they had left in their wake. The entire bed was covered in crap as was the floor, and that’s not even taking into account the several million dust bunnies I must have inhaled! I know I am something of a hoarder so I decided I had no choice but to be brutal and all together I managed to get rid of some 4 black bags of rubbish (but it’s ok, there was one and a half bags for recycling too!) along with two boxes for the charity shop. As soon as I’d managed to clear a space enough to sit down I had go and find myself some food so fear not dear reader! Other than this small break for food and regaining my sanity, and a few fag breaks, this endurance test managed to last around 8 hours. It was only the next day that I felt suitably recovered enough to try and tackle the junk in the wardrobe! It was roughly around the time of the dinner break that I decided that maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. I have since resolved to never follow that annoying little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me “sure, do it! It’ll be easy. It’ll be FUN!” for I now know, and have irrefutable evidence to the contrary. Secretly I think I am glad, and I know I’m sure as hell proud of myself for having done it. My bedroom is far more organised now and over a week later it is actually still tidy! Now my bed is in the middle of the room I have no choice but to straighten it out every morning (when I stay at home that is) and you know what, I actually feel good doing it. Maybe this is just the thing I needed to try and get my moods back on track. There you go, the best piece of counselling help I can offer anyone: make your bed in the morning, you’ll feel better! Now that I have disproven the idea of “it seemed like a good idea at the time”, I figure that maybe the great toe day challenge may not be one of my greatest ideas. Knowing my luck I’m highly likely to get hurt, or have my bladder explode what with not being anywhere NEAR bendy enough to open my fly with my toes to allow me to go to the toilet! It seems to me that a great many of my other semi creative undertakings may be victims of the same notion. Since the mass reorganisation I now have space in a corner to put all my (well I say all, there are a few that are missing, one of which is far, far too big to be in here!) artworks making my room resemble something of a failing art gallery. There are several half finished paintings, and a few half started ones. By this I mean I got round to drawing out the basic image and maybe putting a thimble full of paint on the canvas but that’s about as far as it goes. This is testament to my inability to finish anything I start. Again, I get bored and it seems like a good idea to start painting and maybe create something beautiful but it always falls through. I need to find a way of keeping my attention focused on one thing for more than just a few minutes! Another problem with the “seemed like…..” theory is the cleanup operation that nearly always ensues. This fabulous idea usually ends up causing all kinds of mess, i.e. baking, moving of furniture, fort building and other such dramatic architectural feats of disturbed genius. Having said that, I know I’m going to learn nothing from all of this. I’ll still carry on in the same vein and continue to take on stupid tasks with the best of intentions and realising halfway though that maybe it wasn’t such a great idea!


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