Cleaning Out My Closets
Since I'm moving out, my mother has been hounding me to clean out my room. Feeling very feng shui, I have been purging my room of all its components by giving my old stuff away to friends or donating it to charity. Truth be told, I have plenty of things which only belong in the trash; I guess I tend to hoard junk :)
Going through your old possessions is the surest way to induce a bout of nostalgia... I flipped through ancient yearbooks, unflattering photos, and birthday cards I received when I wasn't even legal. I wish I saved more of that stuff because memorabilia helps jog your memory, and when it comes down to it, memories are all we really have. Did you know in the 8th grade I was voted most likely to become a talk show host?
Also, I don't think I told ya'll I spoke to Halloween Boy and told him how I was feeling and why. Instead of continuing to let him think I was flakey or disinterested, I opted for honesty, and admitted to him that while I enjoy his company (and penis), I have nagging doubts about sleeping with someone I'm not really dating. I explained further that because of my upbringing and previous relationships, it just wasn't something I'd gotten fully comfortable with yet. However, I told him this, not to end things, but only to explain my occasional ambivalence. There is no reason to let my neuroses make someone else feel bad, and after talking to HB, I felt kinda proud of myself! Better yet, I think I really made my man feel good, and since that discussion, he has been sweeter and more solicitous than ever...
Yay for cleaning out all my closets!
Going through your old possessions is the surest way to induce a bout of nostalgia... I flipped through ancient yearbooks, unflattering photos, and birthday cards I received when I wasn't even legal. I wish I saved more of that stuff because memorabilia helps jog your memory, and when it comes down to it, memories are all we really have. Did you know in the 8th grade I was voted most likely to become a talk show host?
Also, I don't think I told ya'll I spoke to Halloween Boy and told him how I was feeling and why. Instead of continuing to let him think I was flakey or disinterested, I opted for honesty, and admitted to him that while I enjoy his company (and penis), I have nagging doubts about sleeping with someone I'm not really dating. I explained further that because of my upbringing and previous relationships, it just wasn't something I'd gotten fully comfortable with yet. However, I told him this, not to end things, but only to explain my occasional ambivalence. There is no reason to let my neuroses make someone else feel bad, and after talking to HB, I felt kinda proud of myself! Better yet, I think I really made my man feel good, and since that discussion, he has been sweeter and more solicitous than ever...
Yay for cleaning out all my closets!