It's not even that the house is a sty or anything. I think it's mainly that I am feeling, generally, overwhelmed -school, internship, job search, car issues, mousie issues, and so when I return home and see something akin to this on a table or desk:
|A massive pile of shame|
I instead see this:
|An accident waiting to happen. Otherwise known as my Saturday evenings.|
Which then in turns leads to it eventually becoming a lesser version of that, due to the fact that I can't bring myself to deal with the smaller pile. It's a ridiculous mental issue to have - there's a mess, so I get upset there is a mess so leave it, so it gets worse, making me more upset, meaning I leave it again...like something out of a bad sitcom!
So, now I'm off to go clean off the dinning room table, in hopes that one day I may be able to eat at it. Eventually.