"The Joys of Cleaning"

I can reflect on my life and know that only one thing is definite: I am never boring. In fact, just this week I journeyed into the deepest depths of the unknown and completed a daring task. I cleaned my bedroom. This event alone made my entire week an exciting roller-coaster-ride of emotions. It was clearly the best time I had in a long time.

The motivation: a visit from my boyfriend, Jon. But only if my bedroom was clean. It was an unfair bribe, if you ask me, but one I agreed to nevertheless. After all, it wasn't like my week was, at that point, the absolute most exhilarating one in my life in the first place. Once I forced the door open and surveyed the room, I almost changed my mind, but luckily, the thought of Jon grabbed me by the ear and forced me to venture inside.

My room wasn't that messy, really. I had just cleaned it last year. Just a few clothes items thrown in the corner. Possibly some books scattered on the floor, a can of corn-nuts, my purse, three lipsticks and my bed sheets and pillows. There was also a sketch book, three chopsticks, a lone sneaker, and a yellowing copy of the London Times dated December 14th, 1999. Not much at all. But I was anxious to clean; most fun I'd have all week. Or something.

The emotion seized me and I almost felt like vomiting with glee (it wasn't the smell of the socks, I swear). With my heart racing, I began my thrilling chore. I clutched each moment like a spoon clutches an ostrich, trying desperately to savour them, as I knew the wonderful event probably wouldn't occur again for at least another decade.

Finally, when my task was complete, I sat back and reflected on how lucky I was to be able to participate in the intoxicatingly fun activity of cleaning my room. Pity for the people who don't get to partake in this wonderful chore as often as I washed over me. And I realised how truly thankful I am for having parents who feel the need to threaten me into cleaning my room. After all, it was the most fun I'd had all week.