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A Reflection On My Room

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My room is one that has too much furniture for its size; the ratio of decorations to wall is ridiculously large. I am constantly moving everything around to represent a change in environment, for I rarely leave the comfort of my room. Cluttered and stuffed, it looks like someone tried to fit an entire life inside one bedroom. Since that is true, it makes sense that I would never want to leave it. As I decay inside the teal blue walls, so do my social skills. Humanity does not appeal to me, so leaving my house and approaching other humans was a nightmare. But part of me knew that I needed to do this. I asked myself, what would I like someone to do for me? During my week of brainstorming, I constantly found my days ruined by slight disturbances. I spilled my coffee and didn’t have any hand sanitizer to get the coffee off of my hands. I ran out of gum, and my day was filled with bad breath and distanced conversations. I tried to save money and not buy any coffee, but then found myself with caffeine withdrawals. Then my epiphany surfaced: I should give people these small things to make their day better, because it’s these tiny pleasures that can stop the downward spiral of disappointment and exhaustion of those cliche blunders. I traveled to various stores to collect my supplies: gum (mint and bubble), hard candies, chocolates, hand sanitizer, multiple kinds of tea, and $5 Starbucks gift cards. I separated the goodies into three small sparkly gift bags, because the human

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