Back in 1995, while revelling in the novelty of having a great big place, suddenly without a roommate
, I had a bad idea
... not a catastrophically bad
idea, but rather an ineffective solution
to the question of where to put things.
I had 1500 square feet. All to myself. I was young and lazy. An experiment was in order. Having much more space than I had stuff, I thought I'd just leave things where they seemed they wanted to be. Nothing gross, mind you--filth is unacceptable.
It took six months to fail. One day the mind just recoiled--I had reached a limit and discovered that stuff expands to fill available space. Worst thing was that it took forever to recover from it. Entropy is brutal, and order, once lost, takes a surprising amount of time and effort to reestablish. (Resulting years later in the inception of the stuff reduction plan)