I’m not what you’d call tidy. If we’re thinking in terms of an Odd Couple sort of dynamic, I’m closer to Oscar than I am Felix.
However, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good cleaning.
One of my favorite things to do, as strange as this sounds, is to clean up my place after we’ve had a big party.
There’s something about the transition, within an hour or so, from complete chaos, grime and mess to burning candles, empty garbages, spotless floors and clear table tops that gets me going.
One minute you’re staring at a sea of wounded soldiers, that crusted bowl of salsa and a stench of old beer and fart. The next, it’s spick and motherfucking span. That lemony aroma takes over, the hum of your dishwasher and finally being able to see your floor and tables clearly again.
What a transformation.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Staring at this mess and realizing… this is going to take a while. But it’s worth it, friends.