Cinderella I am not.

If I may stereotype for a minute, being gay brought me a lot of fine attributes. I am a fantastic shopping companion, I have a gaggle of insanely hot gal pals, and I give a toe-curling blowjob. Unfortunately, a few things escaped me; my lovefest for a fork over fashion, and my natural untidiness just to name a couple.

I'm the first to admit, I'm not a naturally clean person. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I'm no where near neat. I find cleaning tedious and the most unappreciative thing I could ever do. It's endless, nothing stays the same where you put it, and if I'm going to get all hot and sweaty, it better because of something better than mopping.

Unlike most men my age (again, stereotyping) I KNOW how to clean house. There's pictures of me at 8 years old washing a sink full of dishes. My mother firmly believed in raising me not to be lazy, (oops) and messy (double oops). I think because she is both of those things, and my grandmother isn't, she was trying to pass on tidiness to my generation.

I guess the biggest complaint I have with cleaning these days is the fact that my mother doesn't pick up after herself. I can scrub the kitchen, and wake up the next day and see blatant evidence where she's packed her lunch. Evidently she's allergic to the trashcan. Something.

While I am presently unemployed, my mother and I had an agreement that she would provide me a rent free living environment so long as I attend school, and I took so responsibility of the domestic household duties. I believe I got the messy part of the bargain (see what I did there?).

The strange part about it is I actually don't mind the act of cleaning. There's something oddly satisfying seeing your house become clean. There's a relaxing sensation that comes with an entirely spotless house. Generally, when I am cleaning, I have music blasting on my favorite station (lately it's been Shania Twain or Kesha) and I go to work. It the systematic dread beforehand that gets me before I start. I blow it into a bigger proportion, or I procrastinate to the point it's overwhelming.

So, I'm making myself a new promise (seems to be a new trend). Cleaning is inevitable, and if I want peace in this house, and reduce the constant negativity, I will take a half an hour out of my day and clean up. The house isn't that big, it shouldn't take that long. 30 minutes a day. I can spare 30 minutes a day (talking like I actually have a busy and prosperous life).

30 minutes. 6 songs on Pandora. Peace of mind.