Is my bedroom the teenage nightmare of legends?

What comes to mind when the words teenager and bedroom are in the same sentence? A horrific nightmare of legendary smells no nose has endured? A whirlpool of clothes, sheets, books and other unmentionable things too horrifying to even think about? Such legends abound, but do they apply to every teen?

I personally don’t believe myself to be one of those teens with such bedrooms. I keep certain rules when it comes to my bedroom in order to keep it as clean as possible. (However my mom would say otherwise.)

Rule number one, don’t bring food into my bedroom as it will attract bugs. Rule number two, exterminate all living creatures with an exoskeleton. Rule number three, try to keep all drawers closed. Rule number four, whatever’s in the closet, should stay in the closet including eerie darkness. Rule number five, try to keep the carpet clean. Rule number six, make the bed up every day. Rule number seven, clothes should stay in one location. Rule number eight, wash yourself every single day and apply deodorant without fail. By following these rules, my bedroom is usually neat and tidy.

While most of the rules were started by my parents, a few I made for myself. I really could not sleep in a bedroom where clothes are tossed wherever, and bugs live happily. It sounds like the worst kind of disgusting, with beastly odors, abominable, frightening and ghastly sights. Things so gruesome, hideous and nauseating it would cause one to faint at it’s very sight, only to wake up with no memories of the revolting sight they saw earlier. So then, I believe my bedroom is probably instead the legendary heavenly bedroom of legends all parents wish for. (WARNING, opinion may change drastically depending on the eye of the beholder.)