My Roomie Is A Slob... But I Love Him Anyway...

So... my roommate is kind of the worst... or maybe just really messy and disorganized... He leaves clothes everywhere, and his side of the room looks like a tornado hit it... But here's the thing... I kinda love him anyway... We have these deep conversations that make me feel seen... It's weird how someone can be such a neat freak killer but still one of my best friends... Sometimes I wish he would just pick up after himself and stop being so messy, but... maybe it's part of what makes him who he is? And besides, we laugh way too much to have any real fights about it... So yeah... my roommate... is an enigma...