Virtually Organized

If you could take a look around my house, especially my bedroom, you'd realize something about me.

I'm a Clutterer. I'm also a Pack Rat. Those two things together generally mean that it's kind of hard for me to remember what color the carpet in my bedroom is (thank God I've got the same kind of carpet in the rest of the house.)

But then, if you'd take a look at my computer's hard drive? You wouldn't believe that it belonged to the same person. All of my files, on my external and my internal drives, are organized.



And I mean organized. To the point where it's a little bit scary. I have folders that have subfolders that have subfolders. It's like one of those little Russian Nesting Dolls in that the subfolders go on forever with their own subsets until finally, you get down to a folder that has whatever it has in it, that can't be divided down any further. Stories, pictures, screencaps, artwork, random shiny things that catch my attention as I troll through the internet.

The fact that I can organize digitally and yet my sock drawer looks like Otis the Drunk put them away makes me wonder what doesn't carry over. I've tried everything. I've even watched countless episodes of Mission: Organization and bought the clear bins and made the little signs and weeded through the stuff. And it works.

For all of a day. And then I have to find something that I've put away, and then suddenly, nothing fits in the space that everything except what I went in to find used to fit. And then more things creep out of their bins, boxes, crates, tins, baskets, and buckets. Then suddenly I'm right back where I started.

At least I'm virtually organized. I take some solace in that.