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So, the state of my bedroom had been a little inside joke for a little over a month now, mainly because it's seemingly a full-fledged tornado aftermath...
My reasoning behind cleaning or not cleaning my room is based on the fact that only I really ever SEE my bedroom, so technically, to push me to a caring point, it has to stress me out enough for me to clean it...

Which brings us to Scenario 1, entitled Housemate's Whole Family Comes to Visit:

A couple weeks ago, one of my housemates' family came to visit for a day, and I couldn't spend any time with them so I told her to bring them by my work to say goodbye to me before they left. They came in and one of the first things her mom says to me is, "So, your bedroom could use some cleaning, hm?"---
I was mortified. No person should EVER have seen my room. So of course, really embarrassed, I mumbled something about being extremely sorry and wishing they hadn't ever seen my room. and I think I said something about cleaning it. Her WHOLE FAMILY. Saw my room. Ridiculous.

Which brings us to Scenario 2, called My Performance Review at Starbucks:

Three days after the Family Visit, I had my performance review set up at work. So I'm sitting down with my boss and she immediately says, "Nice room."................WHAAAaaaa?? you're my BOSS, how in **** do you know what my bedroom looks like? My element-torn bedroom that no naked human eye should witness?? I was, obviously, really embarrassed again, and a little peeved at this point, and asked her how she happened to see my room. She mentioned that she had been at my house a couple days earlier to meet up with my co-worker housemate for a project and had forced to her to let her see my room. Of course.
So now the count reads: Someone's Whole Family plus My Random Boss.
And I still didn't clean my room.

Which brings us to Scenario 3, known as So We Called the Police, Just In Case:

Last week, I was at my friend's house at about 10pm and I got a call from my one of my housemates who asked me if I locked the door when I left the house. I told her I hadn't been home since 8am and asked her what was going on. She said that they had just gotten back and the outside door was unlocked but the inside door was wide open and they were scared, so they were going to call the police just in case. I thought that might have been a TAD extreme but since I wasn't actually at the house I just let it go and said for her to call me when they got it all figured out.
So she called me about 1/2 hour later and this is how that conversation went:

H- "So, the police searched the house and everything's fine."
Me- "Oh! good, I'm glad..."
H- "Yeah, they had to bring the dogs in and everything..."
Me- "The dogs? Huh, that's funny..."
H- "Yeah... they searched the house and then came outside to where we were and said that the house was fine... but they thought they might have found a room that had been ransacked."
Me- "You're f-ing kidding."
H- "No... we just told them that that's just the way you live..."

WHAT.
So now let the count show, Someone's Whole Family, My Random Boss, and Policemen with Dogs.

This is not a movie.
This is my life.
And I think you might call that a supernatural sign to clean a room.

And, if you don't think I went straight home and cleaned the flying F out of my room for two hours, you're dead wrong.

How very...