Mason Jars Full of Stones
I am a compulsive pack rat. Today in a fit of procrastination I began sifting through drawers and boxes I have stowed away that are overflowing with knickknacks, scraps of paper, and bits of memories. Even as I sit here at my desk I can see so many objects loaded with meaning for me that I just don't feel the need to part with. Some day I'd like to categorize my life with all of these items. Each thing has a story, a memory and a person to go with it.
Nostalgia is probably one of my biggest quirks as well as flaws. I like to think about the past. I like to revel in the good and the bad experiences I've had. Maybe that's why it's important for me to keep these mementos...or perhaps they're the reason why I can't let so many things from the past just slip out of my consciousness...
Hm, the strands of thought that race through my head on the eve of a test are always so esoteric.
Note: I almost just burnt down my apartment due to my indulgent reveries.
Back to work!
Nostalgia is probably one of my biggest quirks as well as flaws. I like to think about the past. I like to revel in the good and the bad experiences I've had. Maybe that's why it's important for me to keep these mementos...or perhaps they're the reason why I can't let so many things from the past just slip out of my consciousness...
Hm, the strands of thought that race through my head on the eve of a test are always so esoteric.
Note: I almost just burnt down my apartment due to my indulgent reveries.
Back to work!