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 Maya
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If anybody asks me to list my pet peeves I would start the
list with the number one - clutter. Clutter gets to me. I am drawn like a
magnet to magazines who declare on their covers “10 ways to beat clutter”,
“Manage the clutter in your life”. It is not as though my tiny apartment is the
epitome of tidiness. There are things all over the place especially now that I
have an active two year old. But I wish there comes a day when any drawer or
closet I open I will only see things neatly arranged and categorized. That will
be a truly nirvana moment when every a single item in my apartment is sitting where
it belongs. An offshoot of this ‘clutter-free’ disease that I harbor is my love
of labels. I have little labels posted everywhere from my kitchen pantry to the
box which holds my socks. The other day I found a ceramic oil bottle and a
butter dish set at Target which said butter and oil on its sides. I promptly
picked it up. It’s obvious with the shape and the size of the containers that they
can hold nothing else but butter and oil but I love the fact that they say it. One
more offshoot of this obsession is I love to collect storage bins and
containers in any shape and size. If we are in Wal Mart the first aisle I run
to is of storage bins. Initially my husband did not understand this obsession.
For him the used yogurt bins were good enough to store things. But now he is
just resigned to my quirkiness. I bow down to the people who invented things
like a paper shredder, hanging folders, filing labels, cabinets, paper clips, over
the door hangers you get my point. But all things aside if I think on the
Freudian level I have noticed that whenever I am upset my therapy is to tidy,
store, rearrange, clean and scrub the place. Maybe it has to do with me trying
to keep the material things clutter free in my life if some other aspect of my
life is bothering me on which I have no control. So next time you see me in
midst of any of the cleaning sessions stay away. I am really mad about
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