The Inevitable Clean Sweep

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​That being said, I can get into what today's blog is really going to be about. And strangely, this blog isn't going to be about the onion slices on my feet right now. Some people say that putting onions in your socks help cure things, and I want to see if it'll help this cough I'm starting to develop. So far, I just feel stupid. But one of my many favorite quotes in life is "If it's stupid but it works, it isn't stupid." And that can be said about so many things besides putting onions on your feet.
​So many things we as humans do on a daily basis might be considered strange. Why do we drum our fingers on tabletops? It doesn't serve a purpose. Why do we twirl our hair, chew on our lips, clear our throats our of habit? Why do people have quirks? What purpose do they serve?
​Honestly, I have no idea, other than the fact that quirks make people unique individuals. They help cement our personalities. And if you, like me, are a writer, I can almost that you'll have certain quirks.
​A common quirk writers have is the compulsive need for their work stations to be perfect. They have to have three sharp pencils and four black pens in their pencil holder. The Kleenex box has to be perfectly flush with the side of the desk. The mouse pad can't be crooked. The radio has to be tuned to 101.7 FM, even though the same station comes in clearer at 101.8 FM. Let me find a Stock photo that more clearly demonstrates what my own desk looks like.

I'm not just a writer. I'm also a student. Which means that at any given point in time, there is a calculator, three textbooks, an empty package of fruit snacks, a whiteboard, and a Teeny Ty on my desk. Right now, there's also part of an onion, because I also read keeping an onion nearby can help you get over colds faster.
​But the time is coming, saith the professional authors, when I shall be smitten by the overwhelming desire to keep my work station perfect. Apparently, it's inevitable. I should just give in, and start organizing my work station. But until that time comes, I will fight. I refuse to bow to the pressures of society to have a perfect desk. I will leave sixteen CDs scattered on the dark composite wood. I will deposit my weekly earnings on its dusty surface. And no matter how many pennies I lose, no matter how many pencils fall into the abyss, I will fight until the dust grows--
​Never mind. My sister nearly stole $12 off my desk. I really should be taking better care of things. Now, how much longer do I have to keep these onions on my feet? They're starting to burn....
​What's on your desk right now? Have you ever put onions in your socks? If so, did it work? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear reader, and don't forget to like us on Facebook!