It occurred to me that one's room or home may be much in resemblance to one's state of mind. This is just a little differenty than one's personality, characteristics, or personal likes or dislikes. If one is calm, content, at peace, or just plain happy, one's room is likely to be clean, organized, or arranged in such a fashion to match ('A place for everything, and everything it its place'), so that it could be classified as a 'calming' or 'contenting' room

If one's current mindset is harsh, inattentive, or fleeting or frazzled, it is likely that their main room is also (or maybe it is the condition of the room that is causing the state of mind!)

At least I can say that this logic is true of myself. If all my earthly possessions have found their way into an unceremonious deluge on the floor, my clothing is falling out of my closet and drawers, my collectible and displayable things have been placed haphazardly on their shelves, undusted, I find myself throughout the day a little more 'on edge', or acting ADD, or feeling dissatisfied. This, I think, may have everything to do with the fact that I see my room first thing in the morning, and at random intervals throughout the day, and last thing at night. It's there. It's unavoidable. The mess is blatant. But when it is cleaned and organized, my world is considerably lighter! I open the door to my bedroom and feel like trying to dance! There is room to move, there is light, there is no dust to breath, nothing to step on... you get the idea.

This is why I have every intention of cleaning my room tomorrow.

But back to the original thought: clean or not, my room does resemble the dorbish pah that is my mind. It is a random conglomerate of a multitude of varying, minute interests* (*Note: Beware of synonymic redundancy and a lot of nonsense). It is all at the same time squished together, and yet separated from other things, to gain full access to my interests; a variegated, spasmodic sort of organization in which everything is easily lost, and yet I know exactly where everything is (at least, until I 'clean' and 'organize'. I like to compare cleaning and organizing my room to 'overspecialization', as I learned it in HS Economics. It becomes almost TOO squeaky-clean, so very organized in a new way, that I no longer know where anything is!)

Anyway. Some simple words (see *Note) for both my mind and my room are variegated, whimsical, random, chaotic and yet pulled together (five words FTW!), nearly unfathomable until you stop wondering and reeling and everything, so simply, comes together.

Both are entertaining, to say the least. Don't get lost passing the Bionicle sets, files, and souvenirs as you go around the clothing and 20-gallon aquarium to reach my paperwork, projects, postcards, CD's, and wooden longbow. Make sure you take note of the glass Coca-Cola cups and bottles, old tins and liscence plates, dried roses, other aquariums, oriental fans, chattering teeth, bamboo plant and medieval Knight statuette. And don't forget the small jar of Tabasco sauce or plastic chili peppers, the fake signs, key rings or the giant sunglasses as you are staring at the cast iron plaque that reads:

"ON THIS SPOT IN 1897 ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED."