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sorchawenchIn the process of cleaning my bedroom. Been letting things pile up pretty badly. And I have come to the conclusion that I have too many clothes. TMF has too many clothes, although I'm sure he'd argue the point.
Why do we have so many clothes? Especially when I notice we usually end up wearing the same things over and over again. It was one thing when I worked at Happy Acres, although, I know I wore pretty much the same few outfits repeatedly. Working at the Casino has drastically changed my clothing habits. I wear a uniform to work, I'm usually naked prior to that, and when I get home it's naked time again, or maybe sweats and a sports bra. On my days off, when I wear *civilian* clothes I stick to shorts or jeans and a T-shirt. I have a feeling I could get rid of at least half my clothing and never miss it.
The bedroom is not going to be perfect or spotless. I'm too much of a packrat for that. But the floor is picked up and I even vacuumed. Haven't done that in ::coughcoughcough::. My bedroom is an embarrassment. And a reflection of my mental state. Cluttered, disorganized, and dark. I gotta admit it, even if just to myself. I am overwhelmed by my bedroom in the same way I am overwhelmed by the world around me. Work, bills, loved ones, stress. Overwhelmed.
I'd hire someone to come in, go through my room, go through my house, and get rid of things. They could ask TMF and Demon, when was the last time she used ________, and if they couldn't pinpoint a date within the last 6 months, then the cleaner would pitch it.
However, such a situation would likely throw me into such a state of anxiety that I'm afraid there's not enough Xanax in the world to get me through it. Even though I know it would probably do me some good.
Why do we have so many clothes? Especially when I notice we usually end up wearing the same things over and over again. It was one thing when I worked at Happy Acres, although, I know I wore pretty much the same few outfits repeatedly. Working at the Casino has drastically changed my clothing habits. I wear a uniform to work, I'm usually naked prior to that, and when I get home it's naked time again, or maybe sweats and a sports bra. On my days off, when I wear *civilian* clothes I stick to shorts or jeans and a T-shirt. I have a feeling I could get rid of at least half my clothing and never miss it.
The bedroom is not going to be perfect or spotless. I'm too much of a packrat for that. But the floor is picked up and I even vacuumed. Haven't done that in ::coughcoughcough::. My bedroom is an embarrassment. And a reflection of my mental state. Cluttered, disorganized, and dark. I gotta admit it, even if just to myself. I am overwhelmed by my bedroom in the same way I am overwhelmed by the world around me. Work, bills, loved ones, stress. Overwhelmed.
I'd hire someone to come in, go through my room, go through my house, and get rid of things. They could ask TMF and Demon, when was the last time she used ________, and if they couldn't pinpoint a date within the last 6 months, then the cleaner would pitch it.
However, such a situation would likely throw me into such a state of anxiety that I'm afraid there's not enough Xanax in the world to get me through it. Even though I know it would probably do me some good.
