A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?

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32. Chaos in the shape of order

 

Date: Sunday 14th June 2015 15:30

Entry: 34/?

Subject: Chaos in the shape of order

 

That above sentence – chaos in the shape of order – is in itself an oxymoron, two opposites thrown together. That sentence can also describe the current state of my bedroom; however, I find everything best when it’s concealed in a chaotic mess and get really confused when it’s clean.

I don’t think my room is that bad, I mean yes it could be better but it’s not the home of half eaten food and the creepy-crawlies that come with it. You deftly remove the cables hung around the door knob to open the door fully and the bed in front of you may be like a purple stormy sea but it’s not a tsunami of sheets. There’s a bin full of packets and then a pile next to it with things that should be ‘recycled’, (a mountain of bottles, a tower of paper, curls of cardboard from aged art projects). Along the fringes of the walls there are shallow streams of items which are ‘neatly’ placed yet nearly full to flooding on the banks of clean floor. The pile of dirty washing is concealed behind the wall mirror and covered by the onesies hanging on the wardrobe door adjacent to it but there’s a lot that will be taken down to the washer at some point of time. Finally, dead or dying squares of post it notes are begging to be picked up and unrumpled, the to dos and don’ts and fly away ideas forever fading on their colourful skin.

Today, I had to decode some sort of sense in my room. You’d be surprised at what I found; random pens, socks and papers under the bed which have been rescued from the dust bunnies after a long imprisonment, embarrassing memorabilia from long ago childhood days (including photos which I really want to get rid of for everybody’s sake) and crying small teddies that I think I will donate to charity at one point or another.

I really need to sort something out. 

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