Some people, this author included, have no problem living in, well, a mess. But, we lovingly refer to our slobbish state as “organized clutter” and everything is fine for us. Clothes that have been worn but don’t need to be washed yet, obviously go on the floor. The bookshelf is the perfect place for makeup, there is no set corner for shoes (they just sort of float around), post-it notes of the bus schedule go on the mirror, paintings idly cover the drawers, and you don’t even want to know what’s going on under the bed. We are perfectly fine with living out of two baskets: one for clean clothes and one for dirty. However, to our yin there is a yang. The neat freak. The perfectionist that has to everything just right, much like Rosie from the Jetsons (“A place for everything and everything in its place.” etc.).  Below are two sisters that are in a situation as such, where one can never be made happy when it comes to the cleanliness of their bedroom.