I think I just riled myself up for something trivial.
So here's the deal. As you know, I've returned to Pasir Ris after like a year or so of being away. Every furniture was in the same position, except that some things were neater and some were messier.
Ok, so my parents apparently cleaned up my shelves a bit. When I returned, there were only the few books I had [I didn't have many books because I usually borrowed them from the library] and the diaries I'd written since secondary school on my desk.
A sad fact: I'd been collecting dozens of mangas since primary school, which I later found out my dad had thrown out because 'there were just too many'. Thus, there was a lot of space on my desk compared to when I'd left.
So I moved back, and also transferred most of the books I had at Paya Lebar to the new space on my desk. I can't describe how happy and excited I am to see my books on shelves! Back at Paya Lebar, all they've ever sat in were dusty shoeboxes. They deserved better.
Okay. A few days back I did a little spring cleaning on my part, cleaning whatever I could. Which was basically my shelf, my drawers, and this little segment on my cupboard. Hmm, I'm not sure how to describe it, but years ago I tore down the door of my wardrobe, this part that was 'shelves' and not that railing to hang your hangers from.
Ever since the door was down I used it as a proper shelf, that's where I put all my ear studs and other tiny shit at. So yeah, I basically cleaned that one shelf as well. Uhrm. Have I lost you? You don't get it right??? Nevermind.
Okay, my point is, my cleaning was restricted because my mom stuffed her own clothes into my wardrobe and my little brother rammed his desk full of unnecessary things while I was away.
Sure, my parents cleaned beneath my bed and under the windows for me, and I'm really grateful for that but what's the use if you take up the space that I need for your own things? ):
So this is why I got mad at my little brother.
He has a desk. It's right next to mine, but the thing is, he absolutely doesn't use it at all. It's crammed full of things, yeah, things which he doesn't even use anymore. He literally tosses things there when he doesn't need them anymore.
I suggested throwing the desk, because really. Even the drawers are filled with crap which he doesn't bother about. I did let him decide; either you clean up, throw whatever you don't need, or you throw away the table completely.
He refuses to throw the desk, because he claims "I won't have anywhere to put my things." The thing is, what things does he have??? He rarely has any belongings that need a desk. He rarely even uses a desk! Swear to Arceus!
The few schoolthings he has are either in his backpack or on this couch near the balcony. That's it. These are the only school possessions he has, which he's still using or still needs. He doesn't need the goddamned desk!
Not only is this messy desk of his such an eyesore to me, but just imagine what I can do with the space. I can buy myself a bookcase. I'm really lacking space for that, for crying out loud.
I told him if he didn't have space for anything, he can use a little bookcase of mine that I already have. I don't need it currently, and I'm also saving for a bigger bookcase. Besides, he doesn't need a desk. A bookcase would be enough for him, yes.
Today I finally decided I'd had enough, so I told him for the millionth time to "Clean up your desk please. Or just throw it away." He started to snap at me, giving me bullshit excuses, the same old crap he keeps saying about him having no space to put his things. It really pushed me over the edge.
Yeah. That's pretty much it. Riled up for a small matter.
Ok, to me it's a huge matter. Gosh. I just want my own personal space.
Mom just started cleaning out the wardrobe though. The past two months or so, my clothes have been hanging outside because my wardrobe was full of her stuff. Justice has been done.
Okay, I don't want to drag this rant for too long. I think I've cooled down anyway, thanks to a goodnight text. ^_^
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