Boy, this house is a mess, huh! ;-
It's actually reflective of several things: I'm disabled. I can't clean certain things AND I can't afford a housekeeper. I'm a packrat, yes (which is pre-hoarder, I'll have you know! ;) ). I'm a combination of "who the hell comes in here, anyway?!" and "what?! you don't pay my bills! you have no opinion, then!".
I've also given up.
See, I'm a woman with a shit level - it gets beyond that, and I have to clean it up.
Except of course when I've given up.