Primo messaged this photo to me and said, "See? Other people are a lot worse than I am. So my clutter is not so bad. It's OK."
To which I said, "Nope. There is no acceptable level of clutter."
Primo: Yes, there is. You grew up with no clutter and I grew up with almost hoarders. The happy medium is between those two.
Me: No. There is no such thing as a happy medium in this case. There is right and there is wrong and your way is just wrong. No clutter is the only way.
Primo: But I am so much better than my parents!
Me: But you are still wrong.
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| My house in Memphis where I lived a happy, clutter-free life. |
I'm firmly in the no clutter camp.
ReplyDeleteI'm having trouble reconciling needing to have the blinds lined up with being able to tolerate clutter.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you about the contradiction. But perhaps, like Whitman, Primo is large and contains multitudes.
DeleteExactly what I thought. So obsessively neat about windows yet creates and tolerates clutter. Odd.
DeleteI'm on board with you. I hate clutter. Unfortunately, I married a pack rat. He has been gradually going through stuff, and I very carefully do not nag him because that's guaranteed to make him dig in his heels, but it's a slow process.
ReplyDeleteClutter makes my skin crawl. It'll take time and patience.
ReplyDeleteFirmly in the no clutter camp. Perhaps one of the reasons I have been single since 1999
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