My family has never been too tidy. when people apologize for a disorderly house i laugh and say they haven't seen mine. my father can't smell and he thinks that no one else can either. deodorant is just like this pointless task to him. he cant smell it, he doesnt know how bad he smells, so how couldnt he forget to put it on sometimes? only when he raises his arms and our faces become sour do we poke him until he says "alright, alright." He gets angry about my room when there are heaps of who knows what on the floor. but after he's had his coffee he just leaves the kitchen right away because that coffee pot leaks shit EVERYWHERE. don't pretend it doesnt dad, you drink out of it everyday. when my brother lived with us, he liked to take showers in a tropical rainforest setting. do not go into the bathroom with socks, unless you love that wet sock feeling. my mom tells me how she used to be as bad as me about cleaning up. but now she is an organized messy. she has always taken care of the bills and has always had a big heart, with plenty of space for animals. in turn, this allows fur, everywhere, all over. lint rollers are never out of business, vacuum cleaners are constantly choking. all furry things are allowed on the bed, the couch, our clothes. when it rains, footprints, pawprints, muddy comforters, delighted drool. friends of mine have clean couches, pristine counter tops, boring amounts of dust. some have pets that stay outside, they keep the mud in the mud. ive heard of rooms people have that have couches no one is allowed to sit on. that is just ridiculous. sometimes i feel that i should be more embarrassed but, my family is dirty and loving. our cars never smell like new. our clothes are not stiff and pressed. we accept the mud. we sleep with panting beasts. comfort is not always clean. even if you smell bad (we might tell you so) but we will still hold out our open arms.