Why My Room Is Messy

Lately I have been spending time in my room. My bedroom is usually the first place that I want to go after a long day, and the place where I feel most comfortable.

My 14 year old brother can most likely vouch this statement because my family and I never see him leave his room unless it’s for more Mountain Dew, Arizona, or to use the toilet. But, hey! We’ve all been like that once or twice in our lives.

So this post may be to answer some parents questions like: “Why does my child never leave their room?” But, like the news always tells us, Millennials are crazy so that may be the answer, but this is why I spend so much time in my bedroom.

As a usual 21st century teenager, I spend time binge watching my favorite television show of all time, One Tree Hill. In one scene a character says, “This is my room. This is my world.” And it got me thinking about my room. My room seems to, in most days, looks like a tornado came through. But, there is order to the disorder. I have stacks of books scattered on the floor, books that are from thrift stores or B&N or my dad’s books that I stole throughout the years (sorry dad). Next to my bed a stack of books seems to represent a night stand.

For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to have a window seat, but I don’t have one. When I was younger a local church in Small-town, USA was having a yard sale, or some sort of spring clean out. I don’t know why my parents did this but they bought me a piano bench. So to this day, that piano bench sits underneath the windows in my room, serving as both storage and the window seat that I once wanted.

With almost every piece of furniture there is a story behind it. Like the lava lamp that my groovy grandmother got me for one of my birthdays. Or the blanket that my great aunt knit for me for Christmas this past year.

When Peyton Sawyer said that her room was her world, I understood. Because I have always felt as though my room was a version of me. All the endless knick knacks seem to remind me of a story or a memory. It all compiles into one room, like all of these moments that seem to make a person who they are. At the end of the day the room is just a room, but who we are as people is due to the moments that we all experience.

But, I leave you with the question that Lucas Scott once asked, “Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our lives, or if the moments in our lives make us?”

PS. I’m really going to start trying to be more consistent with my posting! Starting every Thursday!



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A Type 1 Diabetic teen that was introduced into the world of diabetes on November 11th, 2008. I continue to walk through the path of life even in this carbohydrate and plastic infected world. Follow me while I deal with diabetes, art, and environmental issues.

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