Clutter

If you were to get into my car... you would not believe (at the moment) that I hate clutter and mess. If you were to see my third floor bedroom, you would not believe it at all. However (finger raised in the air) this is not so. In fact, I will clean out my car tonight just to prove it.

Here's the thing that brings this up:

My parents are clutter people. Granted, my mother is bipolar as am I. And I once read that clutter is just one sign of the bipolar mind. But, my dad? I don't know why he rarely throws anything away. Neither of them do. And it's driving me insane. I can't take it much longer. But, I also can't make them be different than they are. It is their house, after all.

So... I will make a pact with you, my dear readers. And with myself. The next two months or so will be spent doing my usual stuff but my downtime will be going through the stuff I have, taking inventory, and getting rid of those things which I do not need or want.