new flat, 2007
Looking at this blog to try to appreciate mess again. I used to not mind mess and since then my aesthetic has become more streamlined and minimal , and I also got rid of like 3/4 of my stuff which made my life much better. But I also used to be able to handle if a single surface was cluttered or the bathroom floor had hairs on it. I was remembering this time that my roommate in 2023(?) had made our bathroom look gross with watercolor paint purposely for scenes of a film she shot there. It didn’t bother me at all.. but by a year after that I was having these compulsions, I think in reaction to a huge amount of stress from my job. Now when I think of that bathroom I feel genuine panic. I i do accept myself and love to clean but it also takes up so much time and i think creative energy
