It has been proven that cleanliness improves mood. When I fold my freshly done laundry into my drawers, mop the house, get the disorganized part of my house in order, it leaves me feeling better. Yes, I’d feel tired but it’s a kind of fatigue that comes with fulfillment.
That’s just how it is when it comes to within me. We see a cluttered place and think “eww”, that’s how it gets with me when my environment turns toxic.
I give heavy detail to my environment. I am not just talking about cleaning. That’s like 20% of it. What I mean is I take care to notice any funny business or movement that would affect my ability to rest. I need to be absolutely relaxed and at peace all day every day to meet up with my tasks. When my emotions gets clogged with frustration, it’s never a cool situation for me.
Just like this place I’m staying which I’m leaving soon, it turned sour. Now, I know there’s this thing about not running from your problems but there’s also the saying about being wise in your dealings. When a place begins to cost me my ability to think clearly or provokes all the negatives from me like envy, anger, bitterness, I just know it is time to pack my bags and leave. Not just with environment but with groups too especially people.
My environment has direct impact on my mental wellbeing. We live with other people as per the arrangements for housing here in Nigeria. Dealing with people is a must but you can decide to not at all. That’s my preference. I prefer to be labelled rude, arrogant and a snob (as is always the case) while being able to control what I feel. I prefer being in control of my emotions and my environment plays a huge role in this process.
I keep it to the bare minimum. Greetings and some generic talks is enough. I prefer not to have my neighbors or their kids waltzing into my rooms. It’s common here to host kids but I don’t want to. I love kids, I want to have four of them someday but at this point in my life, I like my sanctuary closed off to everyone else but me. Pets are welcome though.
There is something just heavenly about knowing that there is no bad blood or any form of corrupted emotion going on inside you towards other people. That’s the heaviest part. Knowing that they don’t like you doesn’t destroy as much as you not liking them. Because then everything about them irritates the hell out of you, it just makes you become a bitter person. I don’t want that. I hate that.
The main reason I am leaving this place though is irresponsibility from the landlord. We’ve been deprived proper electricity for months and their illegal connection brings a lot of bad blood. I want to live in a place where I can enjoy electricity without worrying if we are gonna get caught. I don’t want to come home to my flat dark when there is power everywhere else. I don’t want to be around people who feel they are right all the time. Loud people with little works to show for their nuisance. Such places drain me. I thrive in places the opposite of all that.
Not people (old enough to be your parents) keeping malice with you because you told them the truth. Yeah, such places are not for me. I’d rather leave. Especially when their energy is being contracted and I’m giving back what I’ve been receiving. I’m not a hateful person. I am full of love, and when a place is full of darkness, I don’t stick around. I leave.
