Last night we went to a dinner party with some of Husband's lab mates (French people FTW!) and they were talking about pulling a prank on another lab guy while he's away at a conference. They discussed organizing his bench. I didn't understand why this would be so hilarious (they can come organize my desk anytime...) until Husband explained that this lab guy believes- really, seriously believes- in The Progression of Disorder.
He thinks that disorder, like matter, cannot be created or destroyed, but only change shape and move. If he were to clean up his bench, the chaos would move into another part of his life, like his experiments.
It sounded crazy at first, but then I started thinking...
I try to keep the public parts of the apartment, the living and dining rooms, clean. But the bedroom is always a mess. If I were to organize the bedroom, would the mess move to the living room? It does seem to go in an endless circle. I clean the living room, and by next morning the kitchen is filthy. I clean the kitchen, and next day the bathrooms are a mess. I clean the bathrooms, and the day after Khan's room is a disaster. I clean his room, and the bedroom is chaos...
So I've decided that our bedroom is low priority, since no one else ever goes in there. I'm just not going to worry about it anymore. I don't dare straighten up and risk having chaos move into some other part of my life. I can live with a cluttered bedroom.
He thinks that disorder, like matter, cannot be created or destroyed, but only change shape and move. If he were to clean up his bench, the chaos would move into another part of his life, like his experiments.
It sounded crazy at first, but then I started thinking...
I try to keep the public parts of the apartment, the living and dining rooms, clean. But the bedroom is always a mess. If I were to organize the bedroom, would the mess move to the living room? It does seem to go in an endless circle. I clean the living room, and by next morning the kitchen is filthy. I clean the kitchen, and next day the bathrooms are a mess. I clean the bathrooms, and the day after Khan's room is a disaster. I clean his room, and the bedroom is chaos...
So I've decided that our bedroom is low priority, since no one else ever goes in there. I'm just not going to worry about it anymore. I don't dare straighten up and risk having chaos move into some other part of my life. I can live with a cluttered bedroom.


Seriously, the entire place is a mess. It's not disgusting, but it's not spotless by any means. I simply get too many things going on, and trying to keep everything clean...simply doesn't happen. Sooo does that mean my disorder has already progressed?
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