Old clothes and books take up much of the floor, almost as big as a jungle, and as easy to get lost in. Once my mum said I may need a map to navigate my room, she may need one, but somehow I’ve managed to map out where everything is in my mind. But still, it does not look inviting. A ray of daylight reflects on my Playstation and reveals it. I glimmer of hope in this depressing description conjures up in my mind. My source of happiness, relief from school, I would say my saviour, but as a Christian I don’t know whether that’s Blasphemy or not. It provides me the fun needed to enjoy my life, well partly, my friends do also of course, but this is about my room.
I pan across to my first book case, its rubbish and cheap, falling apart under the weight of all my books. Books! My Lord I must have thousands, half of which I never or have never read. It’s not that I don’t enjoy books, no, its just nigh impossible to find one I can enjoy, and when I do; I read it in a matter of hours and have to find a new one again. Well this brings us to my last piece of furniture: my bed. It is a double bed with two draws underneath of which one stores my Warhammer, and the other stores my CD collection. That’s to put it simply. To put it a little more philosophically it is my third source of relief from work, I kind of lied about it just being friends and Playstation. It is comfortable and in the mornings and when I wake up, like now, I just feel like I could never leave it to go into the cold world outside. Well we know that won’t happen until I retire, gulp!
But one can only wonder what other people would think of my room. The “poster wall” doesn’t seem that inviting; neither would the clutter on the floor. But surprisingly I find them artistic almost and, as an artist, I’m quite proud of that judgement. The book case will defiantly not be appreciated by anyone, not even the person who made it. It is literally falling apart, the top came loose the other day and one of the shelves may give way at any given moment, lucky it’s the bottom one though.
Ah the Playstation, only the most boring person in the world would not like it. It’s a source of pleasure for me and my friends, even kids of my mum’s friend’s, who I have never seen before, find it enjoyable. Everyone knows what it is, it will never go until a better version comes out (which is this Christmas so it will be going soon).
You know despite the depressing qualities of this room, it has its “pro’s”. In fact it’s my room, I’ll never change it. I believe it has Matthew Winter written all over it. I like that thought, and because of that I respect this room. Uh oh, its 7, time to go to school. Shame, this daydream of my room was fun. Ah well, alls well that ends well.