I always had a messy bedroom growing up. I don't know why.
Whenever my room was tidy, it appeared to be nicer to look at and was possibly easier to navigate, but that didn't seem to be a good enough incentive to consistently keep
it that way.
Whenever my room wasn't tidy, I would often get yelled at to clean it up, and my clothes sometimes required the extra step of a toss in the dryer or a pass of an iron before I put them on, but that didn't seem to be a bad
enough detractor to consistently stop it from being that way.