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Disaster strikes my room – Rescue actions are taking place


This is what I am capable of creating… to be fair, this picture was taken when I painted all the rooms in a basement apartment and had to move everything to the center of the room. Still, my messiness is quite developed 🙂

A few weeks ago in the trauma therapy program, we played a game that is now my new favourite game called “What’s yours like?” It’s just a fun game where someone is in the hot seat and has to guess what the word on the card is. Each person then gives clues by saying what there’s is like. One card was “bedroom floor”… everyone has to then say what theirs is like. I said that it appears that I don’t have one. And it’s true. The bedroom floor is gradually decreasing as the weeks go by as the volcanos of stuff pile up and overflow. This is not a new phenomenon. My mother could tell you that. I once had to refuse a really close friend access to my apartment and made him use the cafe next door’s bathroom.

I think living in community is interesting. There is definitely a “honeymoon period” where we were all on our very best behaviour and eagerly showing love by doing each other’s chores and generosity ruled the day. And then our very human selves show their true colours. My bedroom definitely showed that pattern… for the first couple of months, my room was spotless.

But now, it is a disaster. You’d think a tornado, hurricane, earthquake and any other disaster hit my room.

Today in group we were exploring different resources to ground ourselves, to shift our focus, to soothe ourselves and they had a Shel Silverstein poetry book which I had fun reading and brought back happy childhood memories of reading. I found the following poem that totally made my day and has now inspired me to take action against the pigsty I am currently living in!


Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
  1. Rascal
    June 8, 2012 at 12:25 pm

    I love it…that is a good one.

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