bigantennaemay1
Aspie social drifter without purpose or home
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I've really let myself go, and I've been aware of it for some time, now, but holy Jesus. I just tonight realized how far I've gone: my room is a mess. I live with my father, for context, so I only have my one room, but it's gone to shit. I just got startled by a centipede a few minutes ago and missed it, and I went looking for it with a high-beam LED flashlight. The amount of cobwebs and dust I just saw in all the crevices of my room makes me shudder. How did I fall like this?
I never used to have much trouble keeping up with this shit. But it seems to have gotten more difficult. It certainly doesn't help that I have far more belongings now, all crammed into the same amount of space I've always had. Shit makes me claustrophobic. But I've got a TV cart full of video games and movies that are packed in tight and just collects dust (literally; the top row is filled up to maximum, and all my movies on the bottom shelf are packed in against my PS3 so hard they're bending over it), there's tons of dust and cobwebs behind it, there's a fuckton of cobwebs and dust behind my desk, as well, and also my dresser, and under my bed and in the corners of the room that my bed is in. It's been hard to get a vacuum or duster in there since I got that stupid sex doll (and yes, I completely regret it at this point), because it's heavy and hard to move, but I can't get around it to clean. And then in my closet, I've got shit piling up, my ever-growing collection of music CDs and vinyls are piling up, I've got textbooks, file folders, and a DVD/blu-ray player that I have tucked out of the way piled up on the floor of the closet, no doubt providing plenty of dark space for bugs to thrive and reproduce. All the rest of my older video games are piled up on shelves behind that. It's awfully time-consuming to move all that shit out to clean and put it back, to move the sex doll container out from under the bed is time-consuming and strenuous so I can clean under there, and I can't even move the desk or dresser because they're too damn heavy.
But even beyond the stuff that's difficult to move, even the top of my TV, the tops of the ceiling fan blades, the tops of the pictures hanging on my walls, the space between my TV cart and my desk are all accessible, and yet, covered in dust and cobwebs. I live in a room that literally puts haunted houses to shame, I'm claustrophobic because I've got too much shit, and I feel so goddamn ashamed that I've let it come this far. I don't know what to do. The only positive thing I can say is that at least I have room to walk about, nothing is piled higher than waist height in the closet, or higher than the width of two fingers in the room proper, and I don't have jars of, uh, well, you know. Nothing disgusting beyond the dust and cobwebs. So much dust and cobwebs. It turns anything it coats into a flat gray. It could be worse. But it could also be a whole hell of a lot better.
The walls are dusty, too, which I could see for the longest time. But I was never able to figure out how to deal with that; my walls were painted with paint that had sand mixed in, a little too much, I think. So rags, towels, dusters, just sort of get caught and damaged on all the "jaggedness" of the sandpaper paint on my walls, and don't really do much, if any, cleaning. I really can't tell you why the paint was like that. It's like trying to clean velcro with wet paper towel.
Is this a sign I've given up on life?
I never used to have much trouble keeping up with this shit. But it seems to have gotten more difficult. It certainly doesn't help that I have far more belongings now, all crammed into the same amount of space I've always had. Shit makes me claustrophobic. But I've got a TV cart full of video games and movies that are packed in tight and just collects dust (literally; the top row is filled up to maximum, and all my movies on the bottom shelf are packed in against my PS3 so hard they're bending over it), there's tons of dust and cobwebs behind it, there's a fuckton of cobwebs and dust behind my desk, as well, and also my dresser, and under my bed and in the corners of the room that my bed is in. It's been hard to get a vacuum or duster in there since I got that stupid sex doll (and yes, I completely regret it at this point), because it's heavy and hard to move, but I can't get around it to clean. And then in my closet, I've got shit piling up, my ever-growing collection of music CDs and vinyls are piling up, I've got textbooks, file folders, and a DVD/blu-ray player that I have tucked out of the way piled up on the floor of the closet, no doubt providing plenty of dark space for bugs to thrive and reproduce. All the rest of my older video games are piled up on shelves behind that. It's awfully time-consuming to move all that shit out to clean and put it back, to move the sex doll container out from under the bed is time-consuming and strenuous so I can clean under there, and I can't even move the desk or dresser because they're too damn heavy.
But even beyond the stuff that's difficult to move, even the top of my TV, the tops of the ceiling fan blades, the tops of the pictures hanging on my walls, the space between my TV cart and my desk are all accessible, and yet, covered in dust and cobwebs. I live in a room that literally puts haunted houses to shame, I'm claustrophobic because I've got too much shit, and I feel so goddamn ashamed that I've let it come this far. I don't know what to do. The only positive thing I can say is that at least I have room to walk about, nothing is piled higher than waist height in the closet, or higher than the width of two fingers in the room proper, and I don't have jars of, uh, well, you know. Nothing disgusting beyond the dust and cobwebs. So much dust and cobwebs. It turns anything it coats into a flat gray. It could be worse. But it could also be a whole hell of a lot better.
The walls are dusty, too, which I could see for the longest time. But I was never able to figure out how to deal with that; my walls were painted with paint that had sand mixed in, a little too much, I think. So rags, towels, dusters, just sort of get caught and damaged on all the "jaggedness" of the sandpaper paint on my walls, and don't really do much, if any, cleaning. I really can't tell you why the paint was like that. It's like trying to clean velcro with wet paper towel.
Is this a sign I've given up on life?