I live in chronic deshabille such that my daughter won't be seen in public with me, and this carries into how I keep house. For instance there are more than a few objects that should have been thrown-out weeks ago between me and my bed, which I will be seeking shortly, but cleaning them out always loses to my general attitude that I just don't give a fuck, an attitude that allows wearing a shirt with multiple food stains down the front for days longer than would others.
I adopted this attitude after a decade of poverty where to pay my bills I had to deny myself all manner of things that were heretofore part of my middle class definition.
So I became lower class? I don't know but I certainly could not afford to continue as I had. And somewhere in this I developed the attitude that I no longer had to do things/buy the things that I had in the past. I stopped caring. I said I don't give a fuck.