There's comfort in boxes. One for this, one for that. One for you, one for me. There. Everybody's happy. No fuss. No mess. Hurray. But there's a point where it's unbecoming and simply... messy. (I know, what an paradox) Note that this is coming from me, who is the queen of organization and order.
I think I'm currently hitting a certain wall where I have far too much boxes than what my head can handle. Pick an aspect of my life and I assure you that there are some form of boxes there. For instance, social media. Ah, easy! I have not one but THREE Twitter accounts and another one that I manage. I have an email address for personal use, school-related things, and fandom matters. Even in my phone, I have folders that categorizes each app according to my preference.
See what I mean? I'm an organizing maniac. It's getting to the point where even my bookmark bar's folders are giving me headaches.
Do I stop, though? Because frankly, I'm not sure how well I'd be able to function without these boxes. I'm not ADHD but I get as fidgety as they if things aren't categorized. It's as if my brain refuses to process things if it's not yet labeled accordingly.
Sigh.
La la la.
There I go again.
Poof!
