My mother spring cleans at the oddest of times - except in Spring. I don't know why it's so impossible for her to make the correlation between the term 'Spring Cleaning' and Spring. Me, I hardly spring clean, ever (even in Spring) - unless of course, the cluttered confusion of my room becomes too disorganised for even my definition of organised chaos.
What? Don't look at me that way. A cluttered desk is the sign of a genius (apparently - i read it somewhere, i just can't remember where exactly). I think our mental processes are far too preoccupied with our bursts of ingenuity to deal with whether the blue pen is supposed to be lying under the sketch pad or on the shelf in the green box; or why the diary thats lying open on top of four novels is opened to the 17th of January, when the date today is the 26th; or why there are four different coloured post-its in various stages of neon clinging onto the lamp and wall; or why there's a torn sheet of paper with the email address of someone you don't even know scribbled on it wedged between a book titled, 'Speeches that changed the world' and your glasses case (which by the way, sits atop two flip files that have no need to be there either). Our synapses are just too busy sparking over revelations regarding the modern world and global warming (we blame everything on global warming, might as well this too), to bother themselves over organisation (or the lack of).
What? Don't look at me that way. A cluttered desk is the sign of a genius (apparently - i read it somewhere, i just can't remember where exactly). I think our mental processes are far too preoccupied with our bursts of ingenuity to deal with whether the blue pen is supposed to be lying under the sketch pad or on the shelf in the green box; or why the diary thats lying open on top of four novels is opened to the 17th of January, when the date today is the 26th; or why there are four different coloured post-its in various stages of neon clinging onto the lamp and wall; or why there's a torn sheet of paper with the email address of someone you don't even know scribbled on it wedged between a book titled, 'Speeches that changed the world' and your glasses case (which by the way, sits atop two flip files that have no need to be there either). Our synapses are just too busy sparking over revelations regarding the modern world and global warming (we blame everything on global warming, might as well this too), to bother themselves over organisation (or the lack of).
It does make sense you know. I did, in fact, read somewhere that a messy desk = an ordered mind. Apparently your desk surface is an extension of your mind. And in Psych we learnt that the human mind has a very limited capacity for short term memory. So, because the Brain is exhausting itself trying to do multiple tasks, it needs a place to offload some of that memory to make place to store new memory: and that's where the environment comes in. There's actually a term for information offloaded into the environment you work in, 'Cognitive Artifact'.
I mean, I'm not advocating sloppiness (I HATE sloppiness), but sometimes all those piles of paper or books and magazines stimulate our thought processes - especially considering that everyone's Brain functions differently, their thoughts and ideas are laid out differently too. So what may be chaos and mind-boggling to you, would be ordered and inspirational to me.
Besides, wasn't it Albert Einstein who once begged, "If a cluttered desk is that of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk?"
lol i agree!! neat and me just dont go!i cant function when everything is to the tea its weird!only i tho can function in my mess!
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