It seems like they always want to “fix” me, make me neat like them. If I want to live in filth, why can’t I live in filth in peace? I like the lived-in look, and I generally have a pretty good sense of which pile of papers and junk I need to reach under to find something.
Pardon me … I need to clean up a bit. The state of chaos in my little studio has started to descend past even my low standards.
You fuckin’ pig! Clean that shit up!
I’m pretty fond of a neat house. Maybe it’s just me. Oh well. Hate me.
I’m so excited. My roommate is the slob, and I feel so neat compared to her, even though I’m a huge pig.
So, yeah, I can’t stand neat people.
Yeah, and I hate cool people–they think they’re so neat. And groovy people are the pits.
A clean desk/room is a sign of a sick mind.
To me there is a huge difference between messy and dirty.
Messy is cluttered, things not put neatly away, piles of books and papers, chaos.
Dirty is unclean, dirty dishes under the bed, unwashed clothing and towels, things growing in the bathroom.
I can handle messy, I am messy. Dirty is revolting.
xizor: me too. 'Course I married a woman who thinks neat is the be-all and end-all, but can’t see why anything needs to be cleaned. Very strange.
Hmmmmmm…excuse, me I just came into dust this filthy place!! THEN out comes my handy dandy Hoover, this place will be spic and span in jest a jiffy!!
Hey Snoooopy, pick up your feet wouldja???
Damn … since you vacuumed, I’m going to have to head right back to the dust store to buy some more dust. And dust is really expensive, too!
When I was at uni, one of the professors was a classic shambolic academic. His whole office was wall-to-wall manilla folders, stacked as high as physically possible usually 3-4 feet. If somebody dropped a match, the whole place would have gone off like a Roman candle.
He didn’t have a filing cabinet or an in-tray and the only clear horizonal space was the blotter pad in the centre of his desk. But if you asked him about a memo, a topic or a reseach paper he’d point to a pile and tell you about how many folders it was from the top or bottom. He was rarely out by more than 5.
He called it free range filing. I was impressed so I’ve adapted it the myself.
Single?
And neat people hate slobs who never put things away, who hang clothes on doorknobs, who drop towels in the middle of the bathroom floor, who never take out the garbage, who yell and scream because they cannot find their car keys and who excuse all their messy, nasty, dirty, filthy, slobby habits by saying “I’m just messy, that’s all, that’s just the way I am.” Take 'em out and beat 'em, that’s my recommendation, beat 'em till they reform or else put 'em all in a camp somewhere until they suffocate under the steaming piles of their own slobbiness. That’ll teach 'em.
I have no problem with neat people. I don’t like neat people that try to inflict their neatness on me. I just can’t see the point in being especially tidy. The rewards of being tidy are not worth the effort it takes to create/maintain this state, IMHO.
But I still live at home and my mum is a neat person. This is a problem. 
I have nothing against neat people. I like things tidy and put away. A place for everything and everything in its place and all that.
But I’m too lazy to mess with any of that crap, so my place looks rather lived-in all the time. You can’t really expect me to find the time to tidy up when there’s important things to do? I mean the Cardinals are only 1 game ahead of the Astros in the division with 12 games left to play in the season (on Triple Play 2001 for the Playstation)! I’ve got to lead my team to the postseason right? And when the ballgame’s over, Racoon City is infested with zombies – someone has to save the town, right? I just don’t have time to clean my place with all this other important stuff to do.
No comment.
My house is always running somewhere between messy and dirty, and I can’t seem to get ahead of the game.
I just hate having neat people over to the house. I feel like I have to spring clean everytime they come over.
My house has that lived in look. It’s not filthy because even I wouldn’t allow it to get that bad but it does have a cluttered look most of the time.
My co-worker is a neat freak. Before she leaves in the evening, she puts everything away. It looks likes she didn’t do anything all day. No papers, no cups, no anything to show she’d been there.
Meanwhile, my office has papers all over the place. Every once in awhile she’ll come into my office and ask me if I think it’s time to clean. The only time I think it’s really time for some office cleaning is when I can’t find my papers. I usually have a good idea where I’ve put stuff. When I can’t find things is when I really clean up the place and for about a week it stays nice. After that, it’s back to my usual clutter.
Howdy, folks! Heard this was about neat people, so I thought I’d drop by and…ewwwwwwwwwwww, what is this stuff on my shoe? ACK! Is that pile of crap moving?! :::tries to ignore it::: Well, maybe I can sit down here, on top of this pile of (hopefully) clean clothes.
:::Ruffian disappears in a cloud of dust:::
:::ahhhhh-CHOO::: What the hell was under your laundry, man?!
Forget this, man. See y’all later after someone discovers the magical uses of a vacuum, Lysol, trash can, laundry basket, and hangers.
See, I don’t understand this. If it isn’t filthy, it must get cleaned occasionally. What happens to the clutter while cleaning is underway? Does it just get moved from one spot to another? Why not take advantage of cleaning day and put everything away? Afterwards, don’t allow clutter to accumulate. Keeping a clutter free house is easy, once it has been organized by a neat freak.
And I didn’t attribute the quote to the person who said it because I have heard the same or similar sentiment put forth by many people–so my comments are general and not person specific.
Gaahhhh. This is an ongoing problem in my life. See, I’m messy. I don’t hate neat people per se, what I hate are those neat people (not all of them, just a very obnoxious minority) who seem to see it as some moral failing on my part that I can’t be neat. I’m just disorganized, that doesn’t make me a less worthy person.
I’ve tried to be neat, I really have. I just can’t do it; neatness is just not important enough to me to devote any significant portion of my life to it. I clean periodically, then I begin the piles again until it becomes intolerable, and so forth. I’m not dirty; I throw away my trash and don’t have piles of dirty clothes and dishes lying around. I also try to be considerate and be neater in shared areas.
But for the love of God, don’t come to the door of my room and make some snotty comment about its state of cleanliness. It’s MY ROOM, if I can live with it, then MYODB.