This idea shamelessly stolen from missrachael: Your life, uncen

[kellinator]

"Do you ever feel like everyone else is much better than you are at the business of everyday life - that other people don't have to brush cat litter off their feet before they get into bed, and other people's children don't have dressers with one drawer that won't open (because their mothers were smart enough not to buy their nursery furniture at IKEA), and other people can manage to cook tasty, healthy food for their families every day without spending too much money on groceries, and still have time to do the laundry too?

Do you feel like this makes those people's lives not just more convenient than yours, but also morally superior to yours?

I didn't think so, but I am crazy that way, so help me out for a minute here. Please comment and tell me about one detail of your life that is completely out of control."

I'll start:

My apartment is a disaster area. I wouldn't even dream of having anyone over, and my mom would disown me if she saw it. Despite the special covered litter box with the litter catcher and the special mat underneath, the cats track litter everywhere, and even our clean clothes are covered with a layer of cat hair, because they like to sleep in the laundry basket, which is usually where I pitch the clean clothing. There are currently three days' worth of dishes in the sink, since James is not doing so well on his side of the chores since he started the 56-hour workweek (not that I expect him to; that's a lot of work) and I'm just lazy. The sad part is it's much better than last week's dishes, which took a full hour of my weekend. I'm constantly misplacing things and taking hours to find them, and the saddest part of all is that even though it makes me depressed to look around, I just can't find the motivation to clean and organize it, especially knowing we'd all just mess it up again anyway.

Your turn.

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[horacethe3rd.livejournal.com]

I moved to California in hopes of..you know, I have higher aspirations than making money, but I don't know what they are. Because of the higher good, though, I'm taking a job for less pay than what I've made for the past two years, with no benifits for 6 months and even then, they're not spectacular. I don't think I'll be able to afford a place of my own on this meager income, and even if I work part time at another job I'm not really certain I'll be able to make it. I'm grateful to have a friend who will let me crash on the floor for as long as I need to, but I'm ashamed that I'm going to have to for a couple of months. I'm ashamed that I stayed at that hotel for so long, and that I'm not better prepared to start moving up in the world. Everything I own is in boxes in a dirty garage behind this house, but I'm able to survive on what was packed in two duffel bags and a small suitcase. The newspaper said that this island is at the top of the list for "liquefaction" (I think is the word they used) if a significant earthquake hits, and that freaks me the hell out. I don't even know what that means, but for half a day I kept saying "liquefecation" which sounds demonic.

I'd say my apartment is a mess, but it's really just my mental state that's a problem - I don't think I'm sleeping very well on this mattress from the sofabed. And then there's the waking up at 6 when Derek starts milling around...and I shouldn't complain, because it's really not that bad, but it is.