Cleaning Woes of The Naturally Disorganized

If you are not naturally an organized person (like me) and you start cleaning and organizing stuff in your room and house, doesn't it freak you out? It does when I get in that mood (which I am right now). Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm messy. I keep my room in a relatively clean state, picking things up here and there. Serious messes are rare in my room. But there is a difference between simply clean and ORGANIZED. Now I said my room was clean...but organized? Not so much. If there are things I'm not sure what to do with, I put them in a corner or just leave them on the floor til I figure that out. Clothes that are clean but I don't feel like putting away end up in my laundry basket. So my room is pretty clean most of the time, but not very organized.

Every so often (like once or twice a month) I get this sort of urge, this call of the wild to start ORGANIZING. It feels evil because I am not naturally the type to organize things. I can keep things organized well, but I'm not great at being the original organizer. That goes away when I get what I call "inspired". This usually happens for no reason at all, but sometimes it actually occurs when I really need to do something about the state of my room. (I don't know if I'm making much sense, but this is my word vomit about my random mood so you'll just have to come along for the ride.) Most of the time I spend a good hour or two organizing, reorganizing, and cleaning up in my room. This will extend to whatever area of my room I feel needs the attention (my closet, bookcase, floor, nightstands, etc). And I will go ALL OUT. This means cleaning, wiping down, dusting, or vacuuming whatever I'm currently working on.

This random quirk in my behavior sometimes goes beyond my room, like it did today. If I am annoyed enough with something that I see every day, I will fulfill my cleaning urge by doing something about it. Today this was my bathroom. It's not particularly messy either, again simply disorganized. Nothing too extreme, just enough to where I was put off by what I was seeing every morning. So I went after that too. Now I am at a complete loss of what to do, because I still feel this nasty, unnatural desire to go clean more. Not only does my brain not really want to, but it also is not sure where to clean that I can really do much good. It's really strange how I want to clean, but I don't want to: mood vs. personality. I suppose we will see who wins.