With all those hoarding shows on TV and stories from one of my friends about her hoarder grandmother, I’ve begun to worry that people aren’t reaping the necessary benefits of just throwing things away. I don’t necessarily mean in the garbage. I mean just parting with things. Period.
Recently, I’ve slowly started to post clothes that clearly don’t fit on eBay and I’ve sold a few things here and there. My cousin informed me that Amazon is a good place to sell cords and other random electronic parts. I even found a website to buy back a dinosaur of an iBook (Yes that existed once.)!
I could say that I’m in a raging period (Commence the degenerate male laughter…) of throwing everything and anything away because of this “Six Feet Under” scene
But I’m not as cool as that. I will say that it did reassure me that my recent (albeit half-assed) efforts are solid in intention.There’s something really good about getting rid of crap. So last night, I went a little wild trying to bring to fruition those intentions.
I went insane on my room. It’s not the clutter that makes me want to curl up and take up less space, but the weight of all of it. The weight of silk cocktail dresses. The weight of outdated textbooks. The weight of lone power adapters. The weight of my high school diploma (I have to keep that one.). I could never be a hoarder. If I have one too many things, I start to suffocate. If I get rid of this shit, I’ll be lighter. Or incendiary. Continue reading