Whenever my room is messy for a certain period of time I feel like my life’s a clusterfuck of events, work and expectations that I can’t keep up with.
But as soon as I give it a good spring cleaning I feel like I’ve regained some of control over, and that does wonders to my mental state.
The effect my room has on me is small and virtually insignificant, but strong enough that I know it’s there.
Either the small workout cleaning provides makes me feel better, or there actually is a psychological link between a person and their environment. Or both. Probably both.
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Oh god I'm turning into my dad
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