Car chaos
The car clean-out trap.
It always starts with the best of intentions: grab a trash bag, pick up a few things, done in five minutes.
But then I find a single sock.
And a granola bar wrapper that looks… vintage.
And suddenly, I’m knee-deep in a full-blown excavation, like an archaeologist uncovering layers of my past road trips.
By the end, I’m staring at a collection that makes no sense:
- 47 water bottles (all half-empty).
- Three unmatched mittens.
- Enough receipts to wallpaper a room.
- And at least one mystery object I definitely don’t remember buying.
This is classic neurodivergent car chaos. One “quick” task snowballs into a marathon, complete with side quests and a few existential questions.
But here’s the flip side: when the chaos clears, it feels like freedom.
Like you’ve wrestled back control of your little moving universe.
Even if it only lasts until the next road trip snack run.
