Listening to: Bad day
Daniel powter
Gave a impromtu mini tour to angel, and my workarea was an attraction on the way to dinner.
His expression was one of shock- He couldn't believe i had been at the same place for so long without leaving any sign of "me" on my desk. No pictures, no cutesy girly identifiers ( i'm not that kind of girl), no mess.. in short- Nothing. Of course i had the usual trays and assorted papers in a stack, but i had left no mark; if not for my handwriting on an article lying around, he would never guessed it was mine.
"No personality", i retorted.
When i first moved into my little area by the window, i had a gazillion things i wanted to do to pretty up the area. They never came to fruition. I was musing a little, and it's true that it takes a long time for me to want to personalize anything. Of course i love an area that i can call mine, and my privacy is tantamount to sacred , but I always feel like i'm passing by, that soon the urge to move will strike and less belongings will make it easier to relocate. Also, the more things you display, the more people will be able to analyse you. What? Call me anal, but it's true.
The same goes for everything else. I know once i start to feel at home, soon everything will be one big mess, and the cleaning up will be shite.
Sometimes it's easier to compartmentalise. I'm just a lazy emotional vagabond :)
