A Desire to be Unorganized

It's very strange.

I sometimes prefer stuff to be unorganized. If I can make it messy, it makes me feel like the place is truly mine.

Which is ironically true. Something is only my property if I can do with it as I please.

The corollary, of course, is that there are many things that I can't really mess up. And to be honest, I don't feel entirely comfortable with that.