(This video totally fits the mood of this week, promise, plus it's great music). Being organized and having everything planned out in advance sounds great. It really does. Unfortunately, whenever I try to do that, I get bored and annoyed. Things are too predictable and there's no interest for me that way. While I wouldn't precisely say that I enjoy chaos and always being in a state of near-crisis, it definitely keeps me interested and engaged in what I'm doing. I like to have some pieces of stability and sanity, but I tend to find that in other people, rather than some sort of routine or a static environment (or too much planning ahead). This past weekend, I made the difficult decision to not form a suite (and floor) with my friends and current floormates. Part of it was that I didn't really want to adjust to a new roommate - my current one and I are practically the same person in every possible way! - and part of it was developing a sudden longing for a single room. Part of it, too, was that I feel living with the same people, in the same building, would be a repeat of this past year. I've already found myself growing restless with the routines my floor and I have fallen into. It's a very insular floor, and most of my floormates lack friends outside of the floor, and also lack interest in acquiring them. The same people are always around, and there's almost a bit of pressure to just confine yourself to the floor. Even if that weren't there, I already know a lot about these people, and I'd like to get to meet and know and live with a bunch of people I don't know, all over again. I feel like I go stagnant when I stick to the same thing for too long - I've already felt it happening this semester, and even part of last. I get comfortable with something, I get bored, but it's easy, so I just kind of go along with it and get upset with myself for not changing it, but don't do anything about it. It's a horrible emotional trap for me, and so...I did something about it!
I'm now a free-floating and unattached person with no defined plans for where I'm living next semester, other than wanting a single. It's kind of scary, but mostly, it's terribly exciting. It's like how I felt last year, once I accepted my offer of admission, all giddy and hopeful and bouncing around. It's absolutely a wonderful feeling. And it's led me to do something I didn't do last year, where I had someone else's aesthetic sensibilities to worry about (well, we wound up doing nothing to decorate our room, really, but that's okay, because we're barely in it). I've even dedicated a Pinterest board to it. Secretly. Because it'd be embarrassing if people that personally know me enter my room later and see none of the stuff I say I want to do and...find it to be boring and blank. Luckily, I don't particularly have that embarrassment on here! (Even if some people I know personally have checked it out...my illusion has not been fully shattered yet).
Some of my favorite ideas for my room next year are...
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How do you guys handle organization and chaos? Any other cool ideas for a miniscule room?
