Well, i have a little bit of a hard time describing it, I do know that during the most emotionally fucking times in my life i've cleaned my room. Cleaned my room when my mother died. I know that once my brother came into my room and started cleaning it against my will, and i ended up outside in a shed curled into a ball.
I'll have to ask my father on the things I wouldn't clean my room over.
Let's see, I'd rather wallpaper my room with the picture(an image of a dead woman that has horrified me since I first saw it in 3rd grade), I'd rather get cause having sex with that girl in that high school bathroom again, and i'd rather skewer my own hand with a steak knife without pain killers than clean my room. Each of those things individual, I might be persuaded to clean my room rather than both wall paper my room with the picture AND skewer my hand with a steak knife.