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[ageofscience]

In my mind there are two kinds of cleaning. One kind is the friend-coming-over-in-an-hour kind, where you shove things under your bed and in the closet and hope no one notices. The other kind is when you sit on the floor covered in sweat and your own life grime. Yesterday our landlord came over for a most ambiguous "inspection". I figured it would

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[placezmoilibre]

Oh, god! I totally know how you feel about "the box" (hence my livejournal, naturally.) I'm still waiting for my "those were fun times" thoughts, with me it's almost always "how dare they leave this emotional baggage at my house" thoughts.

[thegetupgirl]

That's the way I felt too. What once was "Awww, this letter/card/drawing is amazing!" turned into "Screw the bastard who gave me something to remember him by."

[ageofscience]

This is horrible of me to say, but we're all a little horrible sometimes! Part of me hopes that one day I find the courage to take all the contents and have a triumphant and ceremonial bonfire where I will rip each piece up and throw it into a big fire while laughing maniacally and shouting "BURN! BURN! BURNNNNNNNNNNNNN! BE GONE FROM MY MEMORY!".

But then some of the things are also kind of adorable, and I'd probably regret getting rid of them shortly after the fire.

[thegetupgirl]

I agree! I think we should photocopy everything, then burn said copies.

I guess it won't be as radical or satisfying, but still fun.

[ageofscience]

It would be so satisfying! Only, what to do with three dimensional objects? Take pictures of them, perhaps?

For our fire, I think the area beneath my balcony would be ideal! It's all concrete, and I'm high enough up that I wouldn't have to actually smell the smoke!

I guess the neighbours might get a little mad, though.

[ageofscience]

"how dare they leave this emotional baggage at my house"

I have something else terrible to admit! This is like confession! Whenever boys I no longer communicate with leave their items at my house, I always give them away to other people because it makes me too angry to look at them. I think that's kind of fair anyway because I never ask for my stuff back either. I can't imagine having a big huge "I NEVER WANT TO FUCKING SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!" argument and then having to arrange the giving back of stuff. I'd rather just cut my losses and get on with my life!

The "those were fun times" thoughts will come in due time. I promise! My only advice would be that the process (for me at least) becomes expedited when you're able to place new items from new people in the box.