Clean up on aisle 7

For the past week, I've been feeling this urgent need to clean up my house. It's been weighing down my heart for a long time actually, because I can be an obsessive organised freak sometimes. Let's just say that whenever I see a mess, my brain twitches, and it stresses me out.

Considering that I live in a dump, it's a wonder how I survived all these years. Perhaps turning my brain switch off and not giving a damn was my defence mechanism. Not that I haven't tried anything to solve the problem, but clearing out the junk is an impossible task. Firstly, it's like Hydra - you cut off one head and nine more grow out, or something. Secondly, it's like opening Pandora's box - you'll never know what you'll find inside. Maybe live roaches, lizards and an assortment of insects and decomposers. Dead ones if you're lucky. Not to mention the smell. I've seen generations of creatures come and go that I can guess who's who in the house food chain. I've literally been exposed to so much dirt and dust that my immune system is at its prime.

Back on topic, usually I would not bother about the mess, but every once in a while, it irks me so greatly that I badly need to clear the junk. This was one of those outbreaks. I wish Sheldon would clean my house.

Anyway, I was catching up on a couple of videos on the Youtube channels that I subscribed to and it was surprising that two videos from different sources about entirely different topics impressed on me to clean out my house and get rid of the "idols" of our lives. It was like an affirmation to do what has been burdened on me. Coincidence? I doubt it.

At the rate I'm going, it's gonna take a couple of years. And I only have till the end of the year. Godspeed to me.