My head was full of tidying tips, and I had complete, albeit misguided, confidence that I could tidy any place.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I can't focus when there's too many things around. Whenever I used to go to the office, I used to always say, 'Tidy up.'
After years of hotels, I'm horribly inept at cleaning up after myself.
Cleaning is therapy for me. I'm not ashamed of holding the duster or broom.
My head is perfectly clean inside.
I am so organized that it's dysfunctional. Everything has a place. I am a very visual person, so my environment is important to me. If my environment is messy, I can't think clearly. I don't like clutter. A clean desk is a clean mind for me.
I couldn't do my homework if my room wasn't clean. And it has carried on now that I am older, in a very freakish way.
People cannot change their tidying habits without first changing their way of thinking.
I'm not a neat freak. I don't mind things being messy but I mind them being dirty. I just can't relax in a dirty environment. I like things organized.
I like messy. What fun is tidy?
My mind was always very cluttered, so I took great pains to simplify my environment, because if my environment were half as cluttered as my mind, I wouldn't be able to make it from room to room.