How To Avoid Cleaning Your Room
Things to do instead of cleaning
I become one of the most productive people in the world whenever I have to clean my room. There is no end to the tasks I can come up with to avoid cleaning my room and doing my laundry. I’m not a perfect person, I'll admit it. Procrastination is my middle name.
I told myself all week, ‘I’ll do my laundry this weekend’ and ‘I will clean my room this weekend’. I have to get my wardrobe organized by the end of this weekend. It is currently 8:00pm on Sunday and here is the comprehensive list of all the things I did today instead of just cleaning my room.
In the morning, after I woke up, I made my coffee and re-watched the pilot episode to Lost from 2004. I then did yoga and got in a quick workout. Well I did 5 squats and a push-up, same difference. I then washed my hair, waxed my eyebrows and painted my nails.
After that, I ate some cereal and washed my makeup brushes. Then, I convinced myself I was having a stroke, looked up the symptoms of a stroke, realized I was not actually having a stroke and decided to make a cup of tea.
Next, I took a photo of myself holding a book, editing the photo for about an hour, then wrote a submission for a Vocal challenge. I then went on to create a playlist on my phone of the top 25 Taylor Swift songs that have made me cry. After that, I dried and curled my hair so that I could then immediately wear it in a bun.
I re-watched The Great Gatsby for the 10th time and accidently convinced myself I was having a heart attack. Seeing as I am 21, with no prior heart condition, and the only symptom being shoulder pain, I decided to eat a brownie.
I looked up the weather for the upcoming week and searched the minimum wage for the state of Montana. Then, I watched three Jenna Marbles videos on Youtube, looked to see if Fashion Nova was having a sale, and boiled water to make pasta. I ate the pasta, looked up how tall Leonardo DiCaprio is, then posted a selfie to Instagram.
I read the first chapter to ‘And the Mountains Echoed’ by Khaled Hosseini and searched the origin of gargoyles. Then I drove to the store, bought pokemon bandages, a bag of pretzels and some leave in conditioner. On the way home I stopped for gas, even though my tank was half full, and went through the carwash. Then I took a nap for two hours.
Basically, I spent the entire day doing absolute nonsense, just to postpone cleaning my room. Even now, I am writing and editing a random story just to avoid having to do my laundry. It is simply one of my toxic traits that I have yet to correct. I would work on it but, as you can see, I am simply selectively lazy.
I have tried things in the past to encourage me to clean my room. I looked up Pinterest organization tips, made a cleaning playlist with energetic music on it and watched videos of other people cleaning. Still, all that did was add to the list of things I could do instead of just cleaning my room.
Today, I am ready to take the first step to solving this issue. I will admit that I am powerless over my procrastination and that my life, as well as my bedroom, has become unmanageable. Well, actually… I’ll just do it tomorrow.
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