My Room

Oddly enough, I have heard of this argument before - that a person’s room is a reflection of them self – that taking into consideration its contents, how it is arranged and how well-kept it is, says a lot about the person. Some say that a room’s cleanliness or its overall ‘vibe’ is a good indication of the occupant’s personality.  If I have to decide whether my room is a reflection of me or is just a room, and obviously I have to decide due to the fact that it is the blog topic this week, I think I am somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.  In general I feel that, when looking at a room, the odds are good that it is a reflection of the person who owns or lives in it, but I also think that just how sharp a reflection it is depends a lot on the individual and how emotionally connected they are to the room.  I feel that my room is not currently a strong reflection of who I am or of my personality, because I do not have a very strong emotional tie to my room.  My room is mostly off-white, except for one wall which has a mural of a Japanese rain forest with a waterfall.  Although I think I was about 9 when I picked that out, it is still pretty nice to look at. Along the top of the longest wall is a narrow wooden trim piece with little pegs every couple inches apart. On these pegs hang easily over a hundred medals that I won during my childhood. I also have a trophy tucked away on almost every conceivable flat surface, also a result of my many childhood athletic activities. There are two wooden and two blue metal dressers where my clothes are supposed to go. I say ‘supposed to’ because I usually live out of the laundry basket, mostly because all my clothes will not fit into the drawers.  My clothes are strewn about and, as far as messy goes, that is the only thing I think that is really messy in my room.  I try not to have food, empty wrappers or drinks lying around; it is mainly just the clothes that make my room look like a bomb went off.  On the other side of my room is a tall wooden book shelf with little trinkets and doodads that I collected over my childhood. It has such things as little fossils and shark teeth, accompanied by an assortment of small toy cars and things of that nature.  My closet is a little bit neater and more orderly than my room, as it has jackets and shirts and such hanging up – most of which I do not wear anymore.  To me, my room is now just a place I sleep and go to relax in or watch television, and beyond that I have no other real uses for it. Unlike many other kids, I never really bothered to update the décor. I was always too busy doing other things, so this is why I feel my room does not represent my personality.  In order for a person’s room to represent who they are, they must have emotional ties to it, which then allows them to pour out who they are into the way their room looks.