Mentalechoes

show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually dirty kitchen, and 5 times out of 9 I’ll show you an exceptional man, Charles Bukowski.

show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I’ll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities, Charles Bukowski.

I’m procrastinating right now. I’ve got this guilty feeling about it too. My kitchen is a fucking mess! And I do mean a serious mess. Not just a couple of dirty plates on the sink, but a serious mess that means no food can possibly be cooked in there until it’s cleaned and disinfected. My bedroom and living room aren’t as bad, but that’s only because I don’t cook food in there. If I did, then they would be.

I think as single guy living on your own, you go through these phases where your personal space is clean and tidy one month, and a fucking mess the next. In some respects it mirrors your own emotional state. The internal feeds the external, which feeds the internal. I’m not quite sure how laziness fits in, but it’s definitely a factor.

So I know that after I get up from here, I’ve got at least 4 - 6 hours intense cleaning ahead of me. It’s got to be done because I’ve reached a point where I can’t fucking live like this anymore. I want my kitchen back, because I’m hungry and I’ve got good food I can cook into something if I only had some bench space, and cutlery… and plates, and maybe some glasses and other stuff like that.

Procrastinating must be a peronality trait too, because I know I’ve written old posts that go exactly the same way; me sitting down writing about how I’m not doing something else, generally cleaning. I wonder if my doctor can prescribe me something for it? Some amphetamines would be good, at least they speed up the procrastination and make it more likely I’ll get off my arse and do something.

One day, I’m getting a maid… or a wife, whichever is cheaper!

Padwanna!