Stuff. And … More Stuff
I’ll admit I have a bit of a problem.
I’m not sure if everyone has this problem, but I tend to keep … everything.
Throwing things away is hard sometimes, and other times I’m just lazy. But I really do have a problem with letting things go.
Recently my mom and I decided it would be a good idea to actually go through my room, and organize my clothes and my desk.
It took us the entire day.
There are so many random knick-knacks and notes and art projects that I just … keep around. I’m pretty sure it was an unhealthy amount of stuff I was just hiding around my room.
I had kept things like birthday cards, and Easter cards. I had kept old newspapers and old notes from school.
Actually taking everything out and shuffling through everything took us both a long time. But in the end I had gotten ride of a significant amount of just stuff.
I gave away two bags full of old clothes to Goodwill, and I had three more bags of garbage that I then threw away, and then I had an entire burn pile of just paper that could heat someone’s house for the entire winter.
And as I’m writing this, I’m still not done going through everything.
I’ll admit it I do have a problem. But I don’t like taking pictures, so there seems to be no other way for me to hold onto memories.
Mom says I have a hoarding problem, but I think I just have a problem of differentiating between junk and meaningful stuff.
I’ve never known myself to be very sentimental, but keeping around birthday cards and old ridiculous love letters sounds like the first step to becoming an adult to me. At least from all the cheesy movies I see.
In one old, ripped-up note it said, “Why do you have such a beautiful face?”
Which I seemingly respond with, “I don’t know, it’s just kind of there.”
As you can tell, I was quite the charmer when I was 12. Also, I kept that note.