Alright folks, buckle up because today’s experiment was one wild ride. So I heard about this thing called “jue wong” from a neighbor over the weekend, sounded like some kinda magic solution for organizing cluttered spaces. Figured why not try it out in my messy garage since that place looks like a tornado hit it.
First step was dragging everything out into the driveway. Man, that alone took three hours – rusty tools, broken Christmas decorations, that exercise bike I haven’t touched since 2018. Sweat dripping down my back the whole time while mosquitoes snacked on my ankles. Realized halfway through I should’ve worn long pants but hey, too late now.
The “jue wong” method said to sort things into piles:
- Stuff I actually use
- Junk to throw away
- Things to donate
- That weird middle ground where I pretend I’ll need it someday
Started strong tossing obvious trash like ancient paint cans and mildewed magazines. Then hit the oh-crap moment with my dad’s old fishing gear. Couldn’t toss those memories so made an “emotional baggage” pile in the corner. Sorry “jue wong” rules, emotions win this round.
Got to the heavy stuff next – that broken mini-fridge from college days. Tried shoving it into the donate pile but it wouldn’t budge. Ended up kicking the damn thing hard enough to stub my toe, hopping around cussing like a sailor. Had to bribe my nephew with pizza to help haul it away.
Finally got things back in around sunset. Put tools on pegboards, hooked ladders to the wall, even labeled storage bins like one of those Pinterest moms. Felt pretty smug stepping back until that one bin labeled “misc crap” started overflowing with extension cords and random bolts. Guess “jue wong” works better on minimalist types.
So yeah, garage looks less like a disaster zone now. Still found four identical hammers when I only need one though. Moral of the story? No fancy system fixes the human urge to hoard pointless junk. At least I can park my car in there again. Maybe. If I squeeze sideways.
