Wandering, he doesn't mind (or never really cares to mention the mess). Sometimes I feel the need to tidy his room up, but hey, why not throw my mess in with his; textbooks, clothes, misc. paper & objects, along with my soft toys and art supplies. ha.
INTJMom: I'm not a J at all. I think it's one of those areas where I am overly organised to compensate for my disorganised self. I always lose items & forget things, names, important events, etc. It's a way of compensating.
As my mom used to say.. My room looks like a bomb went off in it. I have paths leading here and there.
To me tho, it's an organized mess.. I know basically where everything is, even if i have to dig under 50 other things to reach it. Nothing drive me nuts more then someone else coming in and cleaning up.. Usually takes me days to make a mess of it all in an attempt to figure out where everything went.
Every now and then tho I'll get in my moods and clean the place to the point where you can eat off every surface, if you were so inclined.
Then again certain things I'm almost OCD about keeping clean. The inside of my computer's case is spotless, even if you can't see the surface of my desk through all the papers, pens, tools, etc.
My files(325,526) are all organized by category(30,952 folders), my music is grouped by type, then artist, then album. I absolutely hate a million icons on my desktop as well(only 15 atm), instead I have folders where all my shortcuts are kept(well over 100 of them). I have 1.25TB of hard drive space, when I run out I usually just add another hard drive, or get a bigger one and transfer everything over, and if I can't do that, then I burn it to CD/DVD.. Of which I probably have around 1000 kickin around.
My car is the same way.. The outside is usually spotless, the inside however.. Well it usually takes me about 10mins to clean it enough that someone else can get in it as well. I love tinted windows
90% of the stuff I have lying around or in my car is just odds and ends I've collected. Things that I can't seem to throw away because I may find a use for it later.
Of course High School did nothing for me beyond strength the whole idea of not throwing things away. If any of my friends needed anything they usually came to me to search my trunk for it, and they usually found it... Plus it also doesn't help that I'm constantly being asked to fix things for people, so having stuff layin around that I can use, or twist to a degree that it's use able as a replacement for something else just further strengthens my pack-rat nature..
I don't think I've made my bed in about 10yrs, unless I've just washed the sheets/blanket etc.. Don't see the point, so I can't be bothered.