Just a Slob

I must confess: I’m not a neat freak. I know this. I’m reminded daily by those who surround me. I know, your world just might end if a dead leaf makes it to the living room floor, and I can only imagine what kind of fool would leave a pencil on the left side of the desk, when it obviously belongs on the right.

I make no apologies, however, for not cleaning the toilet every time I use it, nor for not spending all my days off scrubbing my entire apartment. Such behavior borders on psychosis, not cleanliness.

I see no point in owning something, when the only purpose it serves is a focal point of maintenance. Some people spend their entire lives maintaining their house and car. Maybe I’m blind, but I can’t see the virtue in that.