#Oh the life I could have if I weren't an absolute mess and therefore react badly to having more than four objects in a room to take care of

[the-busy-ghost]

What an awful curse to be a person who theoretically loves maximalism but hates seeing stuff that has been stored outside cupboards, hates dusting, is terrified of somehow decorating The Wrong Way and being laughed at, is extremely clumsy, and has no real motivation to purchase nicknacks

#I know we often talk about the opposite problem (chaotic maximalists) but I'd say with the exception of books I'm a reluctant minimalist #Oh the life I could have if I weren't an absolute mess and therefore react badly to having more than four objects in a room to take care of #I just look at other people's pictures of cluttered cosy rooms and sigh #I love it in other people's homes and spaces but the minute I try to be decorative in my own I shrink back like a snail #I will sit comfortably in my very boring white empty walls and perish for lack of imagination and colour #But it's stressful if there are small things to get broken or need dusted all the time #And I like clear spaces #My brother keeps coming in like 'Oh your house isn't so bad you could just decorate a bit more' #I want to #But I also believe that will spell disaster and possibly some stubbed toes #I see cool little ornaments and pictures and stuff and think 'Oh yeah maybe some other time though' #And end up living in what I would in any other case describe as bland white wall grey carpet hell #I have become the Man #I feel so horrid and vanilla and BORING #What is the POINT of being an annoying opinionated aggressively passionate about niche things little horror #If that doesn't at least translate einto some interesting decor #Turns out I'm a big old suburban coward #It's so sterile in here #Earth & Stone