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How a Room is Reflective of a Person

Updated on January 30, 2012

Non-Verbal Environments: Effects on Perception

There are many places I spend time, but the place I spend the most time is my den. My den is a room in my basement where I have my computers and all my tools for working on cars and computers, along with various spare computer parts, as well as my Xbox and art work. My den shows me in every sense of my personality and expresses me on a very intimate level. There are two desks a couch and a rocking chair, as well as a coffee table and a handmade trunk. The room also has my transformers collection as well as my other kitschy collectibles ranging from pink flamingos to hello kitty to Disney stuffed animals. The room shows my fun childlike side and my geeky side.

My den also is my escape from the world, which is evident to anyone who visits my home. It is a very comfortable space with many pillows and blankets, as well as music that soothes, which in my case is hard rock and death metal, with the occasional nature sounds cd in the mix. For me this room is central in my life, and I come to it to study, relax and spend time with friends and family. I also use my den to film my Youtube videos with my younger sister, and it is really a very versatile and constantly changing landscape. Sometimes it is a study area, at times a living room, it is a studio and a museum of Drea and all of my different passions.

The physical things in my room tell my biography, and the state of affairs in the room serve as tellers of that story. The den is always the cleanest room in my house, and often I go out of my way to keep it that way. It is very organized, cluttered as it maybe. I feel like the closet in that room is another aspect of my personality as, and acts to hide my ‘skeletons’, things from my past, including old letters, pictures, drawings and toys. The electronics and hundreds of books show my true nature, a geek with a thirst for knowledge, which is not always the part of myself I show to the outside world. I think my den also shows my tendency to be a recluse of sorts, I have a mini fridge in the room so I can limit my trips beyond the entrance of the room.

I can honestly say, I would not be as satisfied with my home if these things were not present, especially since I have had to rebuild my home from the ground up over the past year due to a robbery. It is not so much the things themselves as it is their symbolic meaning, a fresh start and a transformation, as well as a journey to find myself I embarked on a few years ago. I think I would have a hard time coping with another significant loss of material things, especially since now that I have so many possessions it is harder for me to be as transient as I previously was. In a sense having to care for all these things has made me more stable and responsible, because now if I lose my apartment I have to get rid of them. Every so often I feel like a hoarder and begin giving things away or selling them, just to maintain the amount of physical space, and remind myself I am not my mother or grandmother who keep everything as if it’s priceless.

I chose to use my grandmother’s home as my example, simply because it is so radically different from my home. My grandmother has a penchant for clearance and garage sales, and it has been blatantly apparent in her home for many years.

She has duplicates of many things and is an extreme collector of almost anything she feels will be of value. In a way, I understand her neurotic antics, because she worked hard for many years to be able to afford the things she owns, but on the other hand I think it is excessive and definitely a hindrance in her life. She shows no emotions, and her way of showing affections is to buy things. Never once has my grandma said she was proud of me or that she loved me, but when I do well she buys me what I want.

Her home is now being demolished because it has essentially served as a storage unit for her things. I know it hurts her very deeply to have lost her home, but I think in a way it will be good for her so she can see how out of control her shopping really is. If things did not end up the way they did, I am sure she would have continued her extravagant spending and hoarding. Many members of my family, including myself, have threatened to call the show Hoarders, if she did not stop.

My grandma has no friends at all, and the people she does have, our family, can barely stand to be around her. She can be nice at times, but mostly she is just very critical and I think her home shows her hypocritical side. She is constantly telling others how to manage their things and affairs, but has no control of her own life. The psychological implications of her behavior are too many to mention in this paper.

I definitely feel that a person’s environmental surroundings speak volumes about them as a person, and how they maintain their dwellings is a good indication of the type of person they are on the inside, though that is not always true. I think if a person is embarrassed of how dirty their space is, then there is still hope, but having grown up in conditions that were at times uninhabitable, I have become very passionate about keeping things simple and ordered. I think I am the polar opposite of how I was raised because I resent it so much.


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