Philosophical moment
I'm currently sitting on my bed typing this on my lap top, a few minutes ago I was laying on my bed looking at all the posters and pictures I have hanging on my walls and it got me to thinking: What would people think of me if they NEVER ever met me before and walked into my room? Right now my room, like always is a pig sty, a pile of close on my computer chair that is up to my hips, a pile of sweatshirts on my floor, books, papers and shoes. On one of my dressers there so much stuff on it, another is covered in trophies, piggy banks, and knick-knacks, and the last dresser has a record player with another piggy bank, a dog statue from my dad a few valentines days ago, and a mini stuffed tiger from vegas. My bed is unmade with casper the friendly ghost sheets on it. My walls are covered with pictures of celebrites, animals, and my paintings, I have 2 calenders and some awards from high school on my wall.
I wonder if people would critize me before they saw my personality. Would they see I have an old soul, or just a weird obsession with old men (that sounds wrong, I should say older celebrities)? Would they think I was crazy, or would they think I had reason for all of the pictures and posters?
I would really love to know.
Well, enough of that.
I really have to clean my room. It's disgusting!!! I forget what my floor looks like!