When I finally had my own room in my supersenior year of college I turned into a neat freak. For some reason having a made bed to come home to was very comforting. It still is. I don't do hospital corners or anything like that though. Mom never got too worked up about bedmaking in the first place; honestly, her tolerant attitude made me more inclined to self-sufficience than any amount of cajoling/lecturing/threats ever could have for some reason.
One thing I still hate is doing dishes. Won't do them unless you hold a gun to my head.
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When I finally had my own room in my supersenior year of college I turned into a neat freak. For some reason having a made bed to come home to was very comforting. It still is. I don't do hospital corners or anything like that though. Mom never got too worked up about bedmaking in the first place; honestly, her tolerant attitude made me more inclined to self-sufficience than any amount of cajoling/lecturing/threats ever could have for some reason.
One thing I still hate is doing dishes. Won't do them unless you hold a gun to my head.