i am in a bit of a crisis about my retro consoles. i often watch ‘hoarders’ on a & e. sometimes it’s because i want to justify my lacking domestic ways. i try to clean, i really do. i don’t live in squalor, or anything like that. on my worst day, i am never to the point where i could have a dead cat in my home and not notice. however, i don’t have time to clean, like the hoarders. i am a girl with a power job. i have a social life with my friends and family. i have a posse of men who entertain me. in short, i am a big deal. it’s hard to be everything to everybody. do i have time to do things like bleach my bathroom floor? no! vacuum? no!
do i regularly dust my entire apartment? let me tell you a thing about dust and i: not its biggest fan. do i have time to dust? NO TODD, NOT NOW.
i especially don’t have time to do things like dust. fuck, i hate dust. it’s the scourge of my life, those grey little bastards that get into every nook and cranny. things like dust can die. i have over half a dozen consoles. they, to be honest, do little more than collect dust. i feel bad. i bought them with good intentions, but i haven’t spent a lot of time with them. do i get rid of them? i can’t bring myself to. do i loan them out? a hassle. do i continue to have to clean them like some demented maid? sadly, yes. fml.
i like to play video games and i can live in tidiness. if those two elements rarely meet, i will learn to cope.