jakeandamir:

Ever since I was younger (but old enough to do chores), I’ve had these crazy spurts of cleaning. My room would be trashed for days, but occasionally, I would just focus so hard on cleaning. I don’t know what happens when I get into this one-track, MUST CLEAN mindsets. I find it very relaxing and rewarding. I had a moment tonight. I came home from a night of light drinking and lounging and general sleepiness, and remembered that I had to do the dishes. Or “secure the kitchen”, as my grandma puts it. So it’s 2:30 AM, I’m loading the dishwasher, scrubbing the fuck out of the ceramic sink with Comet and a Brillo pad, and then I decide to clean the stove. Mind you, my mom loves to cook, but she can’t seem to clean up too well. There’s like three years of cooked-on grease and shit, but I did it. I don’t even know what I was thinking during this whole hour and a half. I just love the sense of pride and accomplishment I feel during/afterwards. I know my mom will be pleased and that pleases me. I also know that it’s something I want to do to make me happy, instead of wasting away in front of a computer. But this feeling only comes about 3-4 times a year. At least that what it seems like. Fuck, I need to sleep. This is officially the latest I’ve stayed up all break and I also happen to weigh the most of this whole year. Whatever, that stove and sink are spotless.