Desktop Confessional
The good news is that our new dining room table and chairs arrived today. While it's a smaller table, they're much nicer chairs and it's sleeker and a better color than the previous table.
I can understand the superficial upgrade, but I didn't think getting rid of a piece of furniture would be so difficult. Part of it was realizing just how much has changed in the time that I've had that table (and its stint as a desk for two years).
That item saw sex scandals, illegal drug use, meltdowns, rejections, hirings, promotions and the composition of some tremendous livejournal entries. It lived in Barcroft, Plano, White Rock District, Allen, the Dorchester and two stints in the Stoneridge of Loudoun County. It was roommates with Nackos, O'Brien, Kevin, Ally, Travis Rubelee, Andrea and Stephanie.
The table had both the sins of immaturity and wear of a toddler. Now it's sitting with the beat-up, cracked chairs in a dumpster compound.
Sure, it's easy to just ascribe pre-existing nostalgia to something else that has passed out of use...but it was a GOOD table, man. I don't think this is just an excuse to notice that things have changed SO MUCH. But even if it is, why not appreciate the opportunity to acknowledge it?
And is it so bad that I want to use my LJ to do nothing but talk about past drug use and sex scandals? There was definitely a fun little rush in typing that. TWICE.
I can understand the superficial upgrade, but I didn't think getting rid of a piece of furniture would be so difficult. Part of it was realizing just how much has changed in the time that I've had that table (and its stint as a desk for two years).
That item saw sex scandals, illegal drug use, meltdowns, rejections, hirings, promotions and the composition of some tremendous livejournal entries. It lived in Barcroft, Plano, White Rock District, Allen, the Dorchester and two stints in the Stoneridge of Loudoun County. It was roommates with Nackos, O'Brien, Kevin, Ally, Travis Rubelee, Andrea and Stephanie.
The table had both the sins of immaturity and wear of a toddler. Now it's sitting with the beat-up, cracked chairs in a dumpster compound.
Sure, it's easy to just ascribe pre-existing nostalgia to something else that has passed out of use...but it was a GOOD table, man. I don't think this is just an excuse to notice that things have changed SO MUCH. But even if it is, why not appreciate the opportunity to acknowledge it?
And is it so bad that I want to use my LJ to do nothing but talk about past drug use and sex scandals? There was definitely a fun little rush in typing that. TWICE.