“Okay tomorrow is the big day, it’s gonna happen. I will soon get my life in order and I will be sane again. I’m gonna clean my room.” I mutter these words more or less at least four nights a week until I postpone my already postponed task until the weekend (which lets face it gets postponed once again). I will never understand for one, how my room gets so messy so quickly and two, why I can never muster up the motivation to clean my room.

Right now, my dresser is covered with lotions, makeup, jewelry, coffee mugs that appear to be growing some form of fungus, a vase of rotting flowers, and legitimate pieces of shriveled up garbage. Not to mention, it looks as if my laundry basket had food poisoning and vomited clothes all over my floor and I haven’t been able to shut my closet door since before Christmas. Right now, you are probably thinking one of two things. Either one, “Ew Rebecca you are a disgusting, dirty, hoarding freak and you need to get off your lazy bum to clean your room because it’s not sanitary to sleep with mold growing inches from your head. Or two, “Thank God I’m not alone.” If you said the latter of both comments, yes you are not alone. There is a group of pathetic, unmotivated procrastinators just like you that would risk getting sick from the filth of their room if it meant not having to clean up the darn mess.

I guess the reason I find so little desire to clean my room is because I know it’ll just be a dirty mess by the end of the week. Why would you wash your car if you were planning on going mudding in the morning? My time is much better spent watching Netflix and writing posts on Medium anyways. The room can wait…at least until tomorrow.