How to get rid of things.

A Story by honey*

repost

Sep 29, 2007

About the caller ID. I do not answer any call unless I know for a fact who it is, and maybe not even then. So leave a message because names never show up. And I'm not one of those curious people who are like, "Oh, whoever could that be? Let's call them and find out." As if.

The only reason I have a cell phone is because my mom insisted. (I threw my other one into the dumpster when I first came out here.) (disassembled it first..broke it in half. Battery went in one trash, bottom part of the phone went in another, top part went onto the road. Like a serial killer.)

Destroying and trashing objects is very good therapy and if you think it sounds nutty, I ask you to try it. Just once. Look around the room, is there any object that you have one bad memory with? It could be furniture, or an article of clothing, or something in the kitchen. Anything. Now stop and think about it. Why should that object have a say in how you feel? Are you going to stand for this? Are you going to let some inanimate object have power over you? Don't be fooled by sentiment. So what if it's been in the family for a century. Listen. Take it out back and set fire to it. Stand back and watch it burn. As the smoke rises, let your feelings that are associated with it go up as well. Release. Breathe. Let go.

Another method is breaking. This works well with glass items. Put it into a plastic bag first, tie it up, then smash it hard on the kitchen floor. My method of preference is simply the dumpster. The dumpster is my new Goodwill trailer. I've stopped taking items altogether to the trailer, and just donate them into the trash. If you think about it, this is the most considerate way to get rid of something, because whoever owns it next will get it for free.

Parting with objects is good for you and once you start it will be hard to go back to your old way of life.

I own almost nothing at this point in time.

I have two pairs of flip-flops, a few pairs of jeans, one pair of shorts and a few T's. All else has been trashed. How on earth could I hold on to ANYTHING during this time in my life? Would YOU save a shirt you were wearing on the day you had to leave work and be picked up by your mother and taken to the ER because you thought you were losing your mind? Would YOU hold on to the jeans you wore on the day you got a lumbar puncture? I doubt it. I am now looking at several boxes in my closet that contain all my kitchen items, lovingly packed by my mother when I had to move. I was going to leave it all behind but she said I'd need it all again one day. I just don't want these things. I want so bad to make some trips to the dumpster tonight. Yes I know I'll need kitchen things again, but I want to start fresh.

Now my mom is at war with the smoke alarm, it's chirping and neither one of us can get it to shut up. And it screams at you when you try to take it down. See? Everything on this planet is a wearisome burden and hindrance. Everything. Objects = being weighed down = depression. Now do you understand? If you don't I'll be happy to explain in further detail.

I found out that my brother in law knows about Cowboy Harry. I don't want to know how he knows. He just mentioned it and was laughing. I was hoping to stay under the radar with that one but I think my family is starting to catch on to what exactly I've been up to for the past few months.

What will become of me?