yellowtamarin wrote:
I consider myself a perfectionist. I like to have everything in order, tidy, clean. But I am hopeless at keeping my own possessions in this state.
Sounds familiar. My bedroom is a disaster, and my desk an apocalypse unto itself, but whenever I begin a project (of any kind) everything has to be approached methodically and the result perfected.
yellowtamarin wrote:
I often have a feeling of "can't be bothered" when it comes to tidying up my things.
In my case it's because I feel like I've already done it before, so I shouldn't have to do it again. To keep doing something over, and over, and over for no reason but to maintain what already exists becomes a source of frustration and despair - I feel like Sisyphus when forced to do things like that. So usually I avoid maintenance tasks, and only clean up when there is some direct rationale for it - i.e., visitors, need to get organized for some reason, or I just randomly decide that it's time to clean up. But there is no continuous desire for a clean and orderly environment, I really don't care.
yellowtamarin wrote:
On the other hand, I feel compelled to tidy up other people's things.
Not me. I tend to feel like an interloper in other people's spaces, so I try to have minimal impact unless they ask me. But then again, if someone does ask me to clean up their stuff for them, I tend to enjoy it a lot more than if they asked me to clean up my own stuff - provided the "stuff" in question consists of objects to be organized, and not messes of garbage.
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