I’m in the process of packing up my room at my parents house. I don’t have that much stuff, because most of it has remained packed from when I moved out of my apartment a year ago. But I still have a fair amount of books and movies and randomness that have to be put in boxes. Over the last few weeks I’ve slowly been packing this stuff up.
Anyway, the first few boxes went great. They were easy to label. I have one box full of comic books. One box full of regular books. One full of video games. But that is where the neat labels ends. Since then I’ve just been throwing stuff into random boxes. One is paper work, stuffed animals (shush), loose CDs, and a hair net (shush).
So now I have 3 boxes that are properly labeled, and about 10 boxes that I have no clue about their contents. Which is fine for now, but I know that from the past what happens is these boxes will remain unpacked and probably just sit there forever. Which brings up the question of why I don’t just throw that stuff away, but that’s another story for another time.
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Not throwing things away is a genetic fault. I am not sure who passed on this gene.
I was corrupted by that clean house dude that said objects aren’t memories. So I cleaned house and gave stuff away. And for the most part, I don’t miss any of it (or even remember what it was). But there are afew things that I kept and when I stumble over them, they trigger a memory, a memory that I may never would’ve retrieved without that trigger. And as my memory is going to pot, those “good memory” triggers are needed! So now I am pissed at the Clean House guy.
The big message? Your life doesn’t fit nicely in labeled boxes.
We need Aspect Oriented Packing