This organization issue of mine is compounded when I move. I do not pack things in any kind of organized fashion, and then I don't usually bother to organize them when I unpack again. In my last house, this actually worked out because there were closets galore. I actually had 4 or 5 boxes that I never even opened that contain god knows what.
In my new place, though, there are only two (doorless!) closets, so:
My closet drank too much absinthe and threw up all over the guest room. It refuses to go to rehab - I fear it will end up like Amy Winehouse.
I like it best when my parents think I live in a state of cleanliness (which is mostly true!) and non-clutter (which is a complete lie!). I don't know why I think that they think that; it's not like I have ever shown them evidence that I am prone towards putting things in their proper place. But, every time they visit, I run around and throw things in drawers and under beds and in closets, and then we all pretend not to notice when I go to grab a jacket and shoes, sports equipment, and books tumble out at me.
This whole veneer of organization is hard to achieve when your closets are wide open and your bed lives on the ground. So, after a couple false starts because spiders had moved into my clothes mountain, I started organizing. After about twenty minutes, I had filled a suitcase that was going to be donated, and I was like, "Awesome, I'm finished! Look at all my piles!"
Apparently having some piles do not equal finished or even organized
That picture may be misleading. Let's look at another view of the room.
I also learned that putting a mess of things on top of another mess of things does not constitute putting it away.
At this point, I think I may have laid down in my mess and said either "but I'm so tired!" or "but messes are so comfortable!" or maybe both.
I started employing various tactics in efforts to not finish, time-honored arguments like:
-There's no more room!
-I've already opened all the drawers at least once!
-All the empty hangers are all the way at the back of the closet!
-I don't have to organize anything I'm standing over because I can pretend I can't see it!
-Isn't time for beer now?
-If I put it on, I don't have to it away!
-Look, my dog needs something super important and not in this room!
Despite my delays and the weariness of my soul, I finally accomplished it.... mostly.
"Where are those belts going to go?" ".... on the book. Duh."