||[Dec. 31st, 2004|12:09 am]
The Question Club
I have a problem that I'd like to explore. It sounds stupid, but it's actually very difficult to live with.|
Garbage doesn't bother me. The floor and backseats of my car are literally piled two feet high with trash. I'd say 90% of it is paper, plastic wrap, and bottles, but 10% of it (on a good day) is banana peels, Chinese food cartons, lidless tupperware full of spaghetti, and other stuff that a normal person would immediately dispose of. Here's the grossest part: I often have my belongings (clothes, books, etc) scattered throughout the piles. If I find a stain, it's never a big deal. It's not like I enjoy trash, or that I like keeping things, I just don't see any reason to get rid of it. I'll never be at the point of saying "My car is getting gross, I should clean it out". I just don't care.
My boyfriend thinks it's related to me having unmedicated ADD and being unable to organize, but I'm not so sure. I think if that were the case, I'd at least be disgusted by the mess. The thing is, though, outside of my car and home, I appear to be a very neat person. I have good hygiene, I dress nice, I take dainty bites when I eat, and my work space is always perfect.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to clean out my car completely. I want to start off 2005 clean, and maybe I can keep it that way. My boyfriend promised to stop making jokes about sitting on half-eaten peanut butter sandwiches, and will instead prod me to throw things away. So, I'm not going to live with this anymore, but I'm still curious. Is there a psychological explanation for this type of behavior, or am I just really weird?