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Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,663
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Senior Member
Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,663
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I am not a person who’s so good with conventional routines and I’m a total cluster-fluck of clutter and bad organisation so it’s definitely not going to be the tidy type of conscientiousness that’s going to stand in my favour. From practically day-one I was always very rusty with my organisation (the only time I wasn’t that way in school from at least year 4 onwards was in Year 10, and vaguely Year 11). On the other hand I’ve had this uncomfortableness with other people’s dirt for many, many years (which does indeed border on the pathological/obsessional). Point of contradiction being my own mess didn’t bother me because it was … my mess, and God knows I took that to the most slobby-arse limits. It was when I was 18 that I became more of the clean freak who actually actively tidies up and not just get uncomfortable with other people’s dirt that I’ve kind of ended up as, but I’m still not super-consistent with it and can be average sometimes when it comes to maintaining cleanliness in my own space. But for someone to have a catalogue of essential oils, borax, white vinegar, sugar-soap, air diffusers and (for my sins) bleach within their reach kinda suggests they know what they’re doing and really get down with it when they do clean. Essential oils aren’t exactly just there to be smellies (which is why I hate it when people call them that). I just tend to clean up for others (including the office) before my own space.
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Last edited by Redway; 21-03-2024 at 11:18 PM.
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