I know my spaces look messy. I know my office and my bedroom and my car tend to be filled with seemingly random stacks of papers and books and clothes and stuff in general. But just because it looks messy and disorganized to you doesn’t mean I won’t notice if you shuffle things around because, honestly, there is an order to my chaos. So don’t mess with my stuff.
And if you happen to knock something off of a surface in space that technically belongs to me, like, oh let’s say hypothetically that you knocked my inbox completely off of the filing cabinet while sending a fax today, well then for the love of all that is holy why don’t you BEND YOUR FAT ASS OVER AND PICK IT UP?