On Bedrooms As Mood Rings

November 19, 2013

I was just thinking today, as I was striving assiduously to accomplish nothing at all, that one's room can reflect a number of things about one's state of mind. Maybe this isn't true for all people, but it seems to hold true for myself. When I am feeling outgoing and productive, my room is orderly, my bed is made, my floors are vacuumed and my room generally feels lighter and more presentable. When I'm feeling lazy, unmotivated, or depressed, my room becomes a walking landmine, with clothes thrown every-which-way, a bed that resembles nothing so much as a bird's nest, and stacks of books and schoolwork strewn across the floor. When it reaches this state, my room resembles some kind of primitive (if quite comfortable) cave. I sometimes feel like my bedroom is some kind of convoluted mood ring, without the color chart but with all of the aesthetic value. 

The strange thing is, I find some kind of perverse pleasure in this constant flux of my room. I think that one of the most prevalent reasons that I wouldn't enjoy having a personal maid is that I would lose this connection between my room and my mood swings. And I really don't have a very high tolerance for people sifting through my stuff... And I'm also too broke to hire a maid... On to other things.

My point is, I have always been fascinated by what people's spaces reflect about their personalities and moods. When people look into my room, I like to think that they see more than just a slob (although, I wouldn't blame them if they did, because my room can get quite messy, dear audience) and rather looked past it to see someone who values comfort and familiarity, who can't quite handle constant perfection, who sometimes feels the need to hide from the pressures of the world. 

But who knows, they might just see an unorganized hodgepodge. I figure that I won't worry too much about it. At least, until I manage to snag a boyfriend who would feel the need to hang out in my room; that might be enough to motivate a makeover. But I guess we won't know until it happens, will we?