Today, while I was laying in bed and reading, I glanced over at my desk to check on the kitten, and the room I share with Jake happened to so small that I saw Jake’s desk as well. And a sentence popped in my head: “A Study in Contrasts–The Differences Between me and my Brother”. And this blog post was doubtedly born.
So here it is, the contrasts–displayed in how we keep our desks.
Although Jake’s desk is considerably cleaner, mine has a kitten on it, and her cage, my books, a water bottle, part of a fan, a sewing box which had been dubbed my “Box of Memoirs”, a pincushion, a book about a Hitler Youth, a broken glass bird, and a shirt :P.
His has a few notebooks, clothes, a G2-10 Pen, a round… thing… that looks like it’s for clobbering people on the head with. Oh, yes, and speakers for Kindles and such.
The contrasts are easy to spot, but if they aren’t, I will tell them to y’all.
Jake prefers the clean.
I prefer the dirty.
And that also happens to be our Number One argument about our room–He thinks it’s hopelessly dirty, and I, well, I call it “clean” at that stage. The fact of the matter is that I feel more comfortable in a dirty room. When everything is clean, it doesn’t feel right–it feels cold, and feeling-less, if you get my meaning.
However, Jake is just about the opposite. Clean rooms are exquisite to him. Home. Dirty ones are disrupting, horrible, dungeon-like.
There are so many more contrasts I could explore, but I really don’t have the time tonight. 🙂
If you took the the time to read this blogpost, a Narnian handshake and a “Thank you” to you!
Also–what about you? Do you prefer the clean of a room? Or the dirty?