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What My Messy Desktop Says About My Mind
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There’s a folder called “Final Draft V9 — Actually Final” and it’s a cry for help.
If you ever want to glimpse the swirling chaos of my inner life, don’t ask how I’m feeling. Just glance at my computer desktop.
That one screen, cluttered with screenshots I no longer remember taking and documents named things like “NewDoc(7)FINALish?”, is more accurate than any therapist’s notes.
I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve — I scatter fragments of it across file icons, half-written essays, and mysterious PNGs I swear I never saved.
There’s a philosophical question hidden here: is a messy desktop a symptom, a diagnosis, or a form of abstract art?
Let’s investigate.
The Shortcuts We Never Use (But Can’t Delete)
At the bottom-right corner of my screen is a shortcut to a PDF called “2021 Goals.” I haven’t clicked it in two years. It mocks me silently with its dated optimism.
That file was created in a burst of resolution-fueled clarity — now it sits like a…