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[sunshine_queen]

The good thing about my bedroom at home is when I finally unpack and actual clear my floor of the thousands of bags I have crammed with my stuff, it's actually pretty large.

The downside is that I have SO MUCH STUFF that I can't actually unpack properly, and, when I approach my mother all, "hey, let's put some stuff in bags for goodwill!" she like, panics. HOW DARE I WANT TO GET RID OF SOMETHING I WILL NEVER USE/WEAR/WANT AGAIN. WHAT IF I SOMEDAY NEED IT, THEN WHERE WILL I BE? And like, okay, if we were in... IDK, some dystopian society, or in the Colonial fleet on the run for our lives with dwindling resources, then I'd understand. Cling tight to what you have. But that is not our life!

In our life that we are actually living, we keep effing accumulating more stuff, or, in my case, accumulating things in one place while keeping pretty steady in another, and then combining, and my poor closet is already like, "bitch, please" because my closet houses (a) my stuff (b) stuff my sister and I share (c) some of my mom's stuff (d) some of my grandmother's clothes my mom took from her house when my cousin stole it and (e) my dad's stuff. I wish I was joking. Or that my closet was bigger.

And Melissa is coming tomorrow, which is 95% PURE JOY, 5% JESUS CHRIST SHEPHERD OF JUDEA, WHERE AM I GOING TO PUT EVERYTHING?! (I realize people have far worse problems, but damn does this seem aggravating.)

Comments

[korenap.livejournal.com]

No that's a big problem. Clutter makes people crazy and has been linked to depression, and that's when it's your own and you have control over it. When It's not your own and it's in your space, that is something to complain mightily about. I suggest going for forgiveness rather than permission. I'm sure there is stuff buried that your Mom doesn't remember is there unless you hold it up and say, hey, can I get rid of this?

Yes, I am counseling sneaky underhanded behavior. Practice the innocent mystified look. Blame the dog, or rent a dog to blame. Go to the spca and ask for a dog than chews things up and selectively unleash him. Start drinking red wine or kool aid and spill it in self defense.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Through sheer force of will, I have managed to get it into an order I can live with for now, but I'm thinking that I might have to resort to underhandedness. Reason?

Me, upon encountering a bag in my closet I don't recognize: Mom, what's this?
Mom: Oh. That's a bag you filled with stuff with Goodwill and brought out to the car and I... put it back in your closet after you left.

HONESTLY, WOMAN, WORK WITH ME HERE.

[korenap.livejournal.com]

Battle lines have been drawn, you have no choice. Wait for her to go and make a run for it. Bring back the bag, fill it with more stuff, claim it's still the other stuff, wait for the right moment and bolt to goodwill with the second bag full. Keep it up, be stealthy, be sneaky and rid the house of all that has no conceivable use.

[etoilefilante.livejournal.com]

LOL that last line made me giggle!

Can you pack things up for charity and get them out of the house without her seeing? Clutter clearing is brilliant, I do it all the time. I hope you manage to!!

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

I haven't managed it yet, my mother has eagle eyes and ears. My room is pretty damn amazing all things considered, but I am looking to purge my room of a lot of stuff soon.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

I FEEL YOUR PAIN. Every time I go into my room I feel like my brain is going to explode. I just do not know how to deal with the sheer amount of STUFF.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Right? HOW DID IT EVEN HAPPEN, IT'S INSANE.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

It is DAYS LATER and I am STILL battling this problem! There's just not enough space! I need more space!

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

I overcame this problem through sheer force of will and brute strength! My closet is like a death trap.