Happy President’s Day!!
And now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I have something to admit. I’m a piler. I know that’s not a real word, but I’m going to make it one. Actually, my ex-boyfriend is the one that made it up to describe me. What’s a piler, you say?? Well, it’s someone that likes piles, but let me clarify. I don’t actually like piles. It’s just what I do.
So I have the day off today. I really have no idea why they gave us the day off, but I’m not going to complain. I mean, I know it’s President’s Day and some people get that day off, but I don’t know why I technically have the day off. Okay, I’m done trying to explain myself on that one.
Anyways, so on my day off, I decided to spend it organizing my place. I’m pretty freaking proud of myself, but I’m not even going to tackle my closets. I need a couple of days for those bad boys, so I just worked on the piles I had accumulated in my living room.
I have a desk in my living room because I don’t have an office. I have two printers on my desk, but you really couldn’t see either one of them. Somehow I had piled up all sorts of paper and other nonsense on top of the printers. A friend of mine even came over the other day and immediately pointed and laughed at my desk. Admittedly, I’m completely ashamed, so now I finally have only a tiny bit of crap on both of the printers now, which seemed like such a success until I realized that instead of a huge pile, I now have a tiny pile. Why can’t I escape piles???
In the middle desk drawer, that’s supposed to be used for my non-existent keyboard, I have been hiding away all sorts of papers that I should have trashed a long time ago. So I finally tackled it and I shredded A LOT of papers…and then I accidentally knocked over the shredder once it was filled to the brim. Fiddlesticks!! Why am I so freaking clumsy?? And no, I haven’t vacuumed it up yet, but I’ll do that after I finish writing.
I also have three baskets in my living room up against a wall. I’ve completely filled them all with shoes because I’m too much of a lazy ass to put my shoes in the closet upstairs. I know….I’m pathetic.
Oh, and my dining room has turned into a complete warehouse of work stuff. I made a lot of progress on organizing it a couple of weeks ago, but essentially it’s just all very organized piles that are encased in cheap, plastic drawers. Klassy.
And I can’t believe all the stuff I found in my purse! Does one really need to carry around 11 lipsticks with them at all times?? Apparently I do since I busted out another small makeup bag to put into my purse to house them all. And I also found three flash drives, because I use those so often. <—sarcasm
Now I don’t want you guys to get the wrong impression. I’m not a hoarder, but then again, hoarders probably started out as pilers and just let it get out of hand. I like my place to be clean, which is why I hire a friend of mine to come clean my place every other week. She most likely cleans around the piles.
And I just keep thinking that if my place were bigger, then I wouldn’t have this problem. But now I know that if I had a bigger place, I’d just create more piles, and I’d hold on to stuff so much longer than necessary. More proof that I need to buy an Airstream, travel around the country, and try to live as a minimalist….in 5 years or so after I’ve won the lotto.
The craziest part of all this is that I have a slight obsession of buying things that are for organization. I love shelves, drawers, folders, cabinets, and baskets. The Container Store makes me shed tears of joy. I’ve even tried to stop reading the catalogs they send me, so guess what I do with them. Yep…..I put them in a pile.
So why on Earth am I sharing this?? I seriously have no idea. I was so proud of myself for doing this stuff and then I just really realized that my ex-boyfriend was right. All I truly do is put things into piles. I’m a piler. I pile things and think what I’m really doing is organizing and cleaning, but I’m not really doing either of those.
Try not to judge me.