5 Truest Reasons Why Being a Mess Is Remarkably Normal

#1 — Ask yourself: Did you know what was going to happen?

You’ve made another mistake and crashed again, spiraling down into another dark place. It got you thinking of your past slip-ups, reminding you of how much of a failure you are.

Once again, you feel miserable.

Things are not going to plan, and I get it.

I don’t like comparing, but if it makes you feel any better, I spent the last 5 days lying in bed all day doing nothing. I was disappointed at how far I’ve come, which is not very far.

Wasting 120 hours of my life to just lay down proves my failure even more.

But at least, from those 5 days, I’ve learned that being a mess is normal. Let me tell you why.

1. Ask yourself: Did you know what was going to happen?

Our lives are not a fairytale. Mouses can’t help us unlock our bedroom door to show prince charming that the mysterious shoe is ours and live happily ever after.

If it’s up to the world, prince charming might not even be bothered to find an ordinary girl, who suddenly ran away from him, thinking that he probably creeped her out enough.

Or someone else would fit the shoe, and we’ll be locked up by our stepmother and sisters forever.

But that’s the thing. No one knows exactly what’s going to happen because of one little decision we made.

Blaming yourself for every failure in life is like asking a 12-year-old to drive a car and blame it on them every time they get into an accident.

So why are we compelled to take full responsibility for our inability to obtain the perfect life when we don’t have the resources for it?

2. Your mess is a good story at parties

About two years ago, in my bar, beverage & barista class, I decided to drink as much of the cocktails left after class because it was such a waste to throw it all away.

I didn’t know that drinking 5 different types of liquor in a sitting at 9 am is always a bad idea.

The only thing in my naive mind was, “Why not?” as if they’re fruit juices.

Granted, I ended up puking my guts out thrice, got a hangover, and my head was in pain for the rest of the classes I had to take that day.

For a student who took her grades and presence in class very seriously, I could’ve easily shamed myself for not knowing better.

But honestly, that was one of the best and most ridiculous memories I had of college. My friends would always give a disapproval head shake every time I reminisce, but a smile would also adorn their faces.

3. You don’t own the screwdriver to fix the loose screw

Do you know what’s the most important gesture when we wallow in misery?

Bumping our heads to the closest wall while chanting, “I’m an idiot.”

I can tell you that whatever you did was not because you’re stupid. But purposely hitting your head is.

You might think that other people wouldn’t be as stupid as you when presented with the same situation, and It might be true. But others have gone through their own past, equipped with different experiences.

If the problem is a loose screw, it just turns out that you only have pincers, and that’s okay. But you should buy a screwdriver for the future.

4. You know yourself too well

I might be giving you advice, but I’m a mess too. You can’t see it, and I can’t see yours. Why?

Because I don’t know you as you know yourself.

We see ourselves as a mess because we live with ourselves. We’re forced to look at ourselves when we wake up until before we fall asleep. Sometimes, our dreams are even reluctant to let us forget who we are when we rest.

We know the dirty little details of our lives, thoughts, and experiences. Of course, we’d think that we’re in shambles.

But you’re not alone. We’re all individuals who are in our own mess.

5. Sometimes, the mess is coincidentally yours

You might think that you’ve been doing the same thing for so long, and therefore you have no excuse for making a mistake.

While that’s true for some cases, it’s not right for all.

I’m sure you’ve had the experience of cleaning your bedroom thoroughly and finding it as a shipwreck 3 days or a week after.

You don’t know what had happened.

That’s how it is with mistakes too. Sometimes, there is no explanation for it. All you can do is clean it up again every time it happens.

Conclusion

I don’t think there is a shame for being a mess. It is unnecessary to pretend that you’re put together either when you’re one.

You should be proud that you’re still alive, considering you were suddenly dropped to the earth with zero instructions on what to do.

The degree of mess might chain you down for a moment or punch a few tears out of your eyes, but that’s why they’re called messes.

You don’t have to get up right away, take your time, and think. Tell your thoughts to someone or even ask for help if needed.

If you find yourself in another mess afterward, remember that there’s someone out there who might be spending another 120 hours in bed doing nothing too. There’s someone who understands.

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