scrubslane

But it’s bugging me so much!!!

The attic and my old bedroom back at my parents’ house are full of piles and piles of useless CRAP. This Summer I promised to get rid of it, but the thought of approaching such a task makes me feel genuinely scared. Even though most of it is meaningless junk, I just know I’ll have problems either throwing or giving a lot of it away. I just can’t stop being a “stuff person”. It drives me mad.

Applies, obviously, to my first point. I often wonder if it did happen but I was too stupid to notice, but most popular literature will always tell you otherwise. I want that kind of unshakeable knowledge that it’s happened, and that it’s going to stay forever.