My sister comes to my house twice a month to help me clean up, because when it comes to cleaning up, I have a disability.
I'm not sure what you call it, but when I look at a messy room I see it as cleaner than it actually is. So my sister comes
over and helps me clean up, but now she comes over and bitches me out for half an hour for not being neater. I didn't say
anything because she's all hormonal and pregnant, but I kept thinking, "Didn't you come over here to help me clean up?"
It's like one of those Mexican guys at the car wash bitching you out for driving through the mud, or a therapist screaming
at you that you're crazy.
On the other hand, it was intimidating, and it did motivate me to get up and start cleaning. My eyes were open. I could
see the mess around me. I didn't care any more than before, but I could see it. So maybe she's on to something. Maybe I could
pay a maid service not to come to my house and clean, but to come bitch me out for being so messy that I need someone to clean
it up. I think that if I had to clean up other people's crap all the time, I would be pretty pissed, and it would be so much
easier to bitch about it than to actually do any work.
It makes me wonder though, if someone made their whole living by complaining, what would they do if they got tired of
their job?
There are some things I like to do that I couldn't do for a living. Like, seriously, if I was a photographer for Victoria's
Secret it would just be no fun to look at those catalogs anymore. I would be thinking how they look good but they're rude
or insecure or whatever.
Good thing for me I don't have to worry about that.
