Hell yea, it’s therapeutic!
It is really refreshing to open the door to your room and has the intense feeling of shock “OMFG! Somebody broke into my room (again)!”
And then my brain does a sudden freeze and analyses the whole crime scene. Yes, the house slipper that I never wore is in that 45 degree angle and on the wrong-side-up. Yes that’s my pink underwear in glorious display hanging at the heater, lying in an awkward manner. Cool, my clothes are splattered on my Dad’s mattress in a vivid spectrum of colors from dull to bright. My sleeping bags!!! Okay, they looked the way it was when I rolled out of bed in pitch darkness!
“Lovely, nobody broke in. Once again, it’s a wonderful day!” With that positive thought in mind, I step into my room each day with unexplained euphoria. I love my humble abode in its splendid mess. I don’t care if it looks like an aftereffects of an earthquake, tornado or what-so-ever. I find harmony in a disharmonized environment.
Actually, I think it’s an act of rebellious on my side. (That’s for throwing away my balloons without my consent! And making me pissed at myself for not even realizing it!) He has been keeping it too clean for comfort for far too long. He doesn’t understand the surprise of finding a lost water bottle in bed, a lost hair pin clipped on a towel or a tea-spoon left nearly forgotten in a cup. Dad doesn’t enjoy the small pleasures of finding lost loved in life.
Have fun Dad in Poland! Cos when you’re back. You’ll be in for a big surprise. Good luck in finding your luggage under my horde of clothes, utensils etc. MUHAHA!
Since I am no longer under parental control, I guess IT’S TIME TO BRING THE HOUSE DOWN!!! (until he’s back and pulls out the whip)
Latest News update: He has extended his stay due to floods in Bangkok. Still sarcars neh, tell me okay de la, 3 days to chiong for your first paper. You say you smart de right? Apparently Dad doesn't understand sarcasm -.-
