My love hate relationship with cleaning

I like a clean and organized environment as much as the next guy, but maintaining a socially acceptable order in my house is a herculean task for me unfortunately, i have my own natural order that is usually incredibly inefficient, but we win these. Also when you're just tired and generally done with life on most days, cleaning isn't really the number one priority. Sometimes i get energy just randomly and i do a bunch of useless stuff with it, i'm just so happy to feel emotions and feel like an actual human instead of a corpse.

But cleaning is incredibly satisfying, and i usually like telling people that i organized my room or cleaned something, usually this is my social worker who actually is the one who usually helps me with this stuff, but sometimes i clean on my own and i will tell her about it. The other people i tell is my family, and they're usually very happy to hear about it and i receive a little heart reaction in my message, which means a lot more than you'd think, i like receiving praise, doesn't matter if it's something small, if i'm in a healthy mood i'll accept it. Usually i have a hard time accepting any positive feedback, but if i can accept it i usually tell people something like "hey i did this btw, ain't that cool?"

Another thing is that i like decorating, i have incredibly specific requirements for my environment, but i can survive almost anywhere tbh, things that i like in my apartment.

- Wood elements

- The house is old as fuck

- It's cozy but spacious enough for my hoarding habits

- Warm tones (in the wood elements and wallpaper)

So i'm a big fan of design trends from the 50s-80s, especially in the average middle class house, and i like when a house has a warm atmosphere, my childhood home was very cold, i remember my room was one of the few warm rooms (this is about color theory not heating) i think because my dad is one of those guys who likes a sterile and clean environment, although my first bedroom wall was the most hideous shade of turquoise that only a preteen could conjure up, so i'm not entirely guiltless in the contribution of shades of blue around the house. But my favorite room's wall was yellow, a bring sunflower yellow, and i decorated my entire room with very bright design elements, mostly to lift my depressed mood, and i just love collecting silly trinkets, which has now evolved into my actual collecting habit, now that i'm allowed.

I really gotta start attaching images like omg, i will figure it out, trust.

This was a super random post, i just felt like writing something casual ig

Stay safe y'all ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎