Clutter

A common theme between home, work, and pretty much everywhere I make a base for myself is clutter.  I have a knack of putting things in places they don't belong, mainly because I've never taken the time to create a place for everything.  I have sentimental knick-knacks next to computer parts and repair tools and office supplies.  I have gifts for people I meant to give them months ago next to blank CDs, DVDs, and a flashlight.  I have a rack of MiniDV tapes I'm never going to touch again sitting next to books on my bookshelf.

Work is no better.  It's not that I don't want to be organized, or that I don't try, because I do want to, and I do try to.  Half of the time I put things in various places to "deal with later" because I'm too lazy to do it at the time.  Eventually I go on a "cleaning" spree, which results in just moving things around so that it looks less cluttered, but everything is still there.  I wouldn't call myself a hoarder, because I do eventually realize I'm never going to use something, and get rid of it.  I'm just prone to cluttering.

I guess it shouldn't surprise me though.  I put things "away" like I store things in my brain.  If my brain were a storage room, it'd be full of piles.  There'd be plenty of shelves and filing cabinets and things, but nothing would be sorted.  It's just how I work, I think.  I typically bounce around topics with no segue in between them, because that's how they're stacked in my head.  Occasionally I mentally re-arrange them, and throw out the thoughts and memories I don't need anymore, but for the most part, I just shuffle them from one pile to another.

If I were smart, which apparently I'm not, I would have been dusting off surfaces as I clear them and before putting things back on them.  Whoops.  Next time?  Ha.

Hm, another song in iTunes I've never played, nor heard before.  I give you Christina Perri' "Jar of Hearts":