Memory Lane, and my life is full of crap
I'm in the process of un-pack-ratting my life. Not much fun.
But, as I sorted boxes and boxes of books into heaps of keep, recycle, or try to sell, I came across an old sketchbook/diary thing I kept during freshman year. It began full of the anger and heartbreak of breaking up with Manuel, which now I look back and laugh at my younger self.
But it also included an interesting page of "Never forget these things." Most weren't too tricky. Some were still very influenced by my love-sickness over Manuel.
But there was an interesting line.
"Mom had a homeless woman live with us."
How strange that I had forgotten that woman who slept on our couch a while, and was subjected to our dogs poking her in the face while she tried to sleep. Mom knew her through work and AA. Once I thought about it a while, I remembered it.
I don't know why, in 2001, I would write that down as "do not forget", because you'd think one wouldn't forget these things. Yet I did anyway. Odd.
In the coming weeks, I need to make a trip to Half Price Books to sell off a bunch of books from college, as well as some old crappy comics that I won't even try selling to my boss. I have a whole box of RPG books (mostly White Wolf, non-core books, but there's a few non-WW from what Sanoe left me) that I need to either throw on ebay or sell on CraigsList. I'm still keeping most of my RPG books. Because I still love them too much to truly part with them.
I still need to burrow deeper to get to the giant boxes of single issues of comics. Hooboy. That'll be a disaster. "Holy crap, why have I held on to this for so long? It's worth NOTHING!" vs "I could never part with this, I love the series too much."
I have to say, Netflix is such a blessing. It's pretty much neutralized any desire to buy DVDs, which means one less form of entertainment that I'm likely to heap up. I have to go through my cds and clean out those, too. Sigh.
But, as I sorted boxes and boxes of books into heaps of keep, recycle, or try to sell, I came across an old sketchbook/diary thing I kept during freshman year. It began full of the anger and heartbreak of breaking up with Manuel, which now I look back and laugh at my younger self.
But it also included an interesting page of "Never forget these things." Most weren't too tricky. Some were still very influenced by my love-sickness over Manuel.
But there was an interesting line.
"Mom had a homeless woman live with us."
How strange that I had forgotten that woman who slept on our couch a while, and was subjected to our dogs poking her in the face while she tried to sleep. Mom knew her through work and AA. Once I thought about it a while, I remembered it.
I don't know why, in 2001, I would write that down as "do not forget", because you'd think one wouldn't forget these things. Yet I did anyway. Odd.
In the coming weeks, I need to make a trip to Half Price Books to sell off a bunch of books from college, as well as some old crappy comics that I won't even try selling to my boss. I have a whole box of RPG books (mostly White Wolf, non-core books, but there's a few non-WW from what Sanoe left me) that I need to either throw on ebay or sell on CraigsList. I'm still keeping most of my RPG books. Because I still love them too much to truly part with them.
I still need to burrow deeper to get to the giant boxes of single issues of comics. Hooboy. That'll be a disaster. "Holy crap, why have I held on to this for so long? It's worth NOTHING!" vs "I could never part with this, I love the series too much."
I have to say, Netflix is such a blessing. It's pretty much neutralized any desire to buy DVDs, which means one less form of entertainment that I'm likely to heap up. I have to go through my cds and clean out those, too. Sigh.