My mom would always nag me to tidy up when people came over. I get it, but I don’t fully believe in it (sorry Ma).
The reality is, I’m not perfect and sometimes, my place will have things laying around. If someone judges me based on that, chances are I wouldn’t want to be friends with them, and they shouldn’t be coming over anyway.
There is something beautiful and comforting about a messy room.
Actually, I can’t imagine anything more tedious than a perfect person. – Hugh Mackay