Self aware and self obsessed.

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Sat down to type up some Z38.5 nonsense and ended up thinking instead about the reactions I got when I mentioned I gave away books when I had finished with them. Much like the reactions of some people when they see me bending books in half to make them easier to hold - or reading in the bath. I’m just not precious about them, I’m the same with

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hmm....

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On one level this is familiar and inspiring - because of my parents' jobs I've had to move twelve or thirteen times (I lost count) during my childhood and went to six different primary schools. So I've never become connected with places, although because they were fleeting the memory and associations are all the more poignant. And in a way I prefer it that way. I hate loss, even loss of something so simple as time, and to live in the same house forever and have memories piled behind every corner and in every room would be unbearable. One of my techniques is to make Letting Go partly a geographical thing. I leave the past in the place it happened, and move on. I love the clean-slate feeling of settling in somewhere new and I love leaving it again. It's the same principle - there'll always be turnover, always a change for something new.

(This post, however, struck me as ironic in several ways. By always shedding your skin periodically, you're creating your own pattern, your own stability. It's like when punk became fashionable - it ceased to have any meaning. What will you do when you hit upon something you cannot bear to give up? It's not a sign of weakness to need to retain something, and you may find that you're unable to because of the habit you've got yourself into. I'm thinking of love here, but the principle applies to other things as well. Although the desire to not be tied down to concrete things is admirable, you're consigning yourself to a life of impermanence. Are you sure that's exactly what you want?)