I recently inherited a Clutch Discord server. The old server owner was going to delete it until I offered to take over and manage it. Over the past few days, I’ve added, removed, and changed around enough settings to expand it into a general music discussion server. As the idiom goes, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. I think about that when donating things or throwing things away. What if no one wants this?
In one of these boxes could be an item or two I collected from Black Friday events. I remember one childhood year being woken up at the painful hours of maybe 6am to visit a supermarket to collect something or another. The exact object isn’t in my memory, but I remember receiving an object. I could have donated this object already because for me I always associated Black Friday sales with discomforting events like that.
I don’t always have great timing when writing holiday-themed essays. I noticed that it was the whole Thanksgiving and Sales weekend so I figured, why not write a two-parter? I’ll use a majority of the morning publication slots to cover the remainder of my Downsizing Zeal project. I’ll intersperse other topics I might feel like writing, but this is my priority, since completing this project will help me achieve both my short-term and long-term goals.
Before I started Better Zombie, one of my aspirations was running a technical support repair business. I knew someone that was successful at this and for a majority of what I wanted to do, I could scrape by enough pocket change to where I could almost believe I could do it – especially if I cared. I closed that business, but some of the aspirations are there, especially with my four computers waiting in deep storage…
For the first time in my life, I’m starting to feel the limitations of my physicality. When I weighed my heaviest and was in my worst physical shape, twice, I knew both times that I had the potential to regain my health through the steady application of constant effort. My route to recovery for my physicality now is almost the inverse. I must be patient with myself and do less now to do more later.
Two years ago, I packed up my NES collection during my move into the apartment-mansion. I played some of the NES games after I moved, but a majority of them remained in the boxes I moved them with and still reside in my second bedroom – the storage room. Some intrepid games made their way to the four bookshelves I use for my downsizing and selling. I forgot about all this until I received a gift.
What if material objects like CDs had expiration dates like bread or canned food? Would we still want to buy as much as we do? As I’ve considered the logistics behind downsizing a box of CDs I’ve grown out of appreciation for, I realized that those CDs have passed their expiration date, except instead of growing mold or botulism, they grew out of favor. They’re not bad albums, just ones I don’t care to own.
I have four TMNT shirts that I haven’t worn since before I moved from my previous residence. None of these are mementos or hold any significant value to me other than presenting a design of a concept that I enjoy. Since my spine surgery and during the recovery process, I’ve been deciding what I can downsize, and three of these shirts are in a box that’s ready to go on my next thrift store adventure.
If I were in some post-apocalyptic zombie scenario, how much stuff would I keep? Not much more than a laptop, or two, and some pricelessly sentimental items. Given that we are spoiled to not worry about such scenarios, we can often allow luxury to get in the way of ourselves, as we struggle through possessions that might otherwise weigh us down. Playing or watching zombie games can help us practice post-apocalyptic downsizing inventory management scenarios.
There’s a quote from RoboCop that might have fueled my hoarding tendencies: “I’d buy that for a dollar!” It’s easy to consider purchasing an item for an insubstantial price, or acquiring it for free from, say, a free bin. What happens to those items once they ended up in my possession? Until I started writing my Moving Zeal essays, and until admittedly… recent weeks, I had a complicated relationship with items; they were mainly neglected.