A difficult but necessary question I ask myself while looking at every single item I own is: “Why keep this?” Sometimes, the answer is a clear “there is no reason,” so off it goes into the sell or donate piles to address later. However, for everything remaining, of which this is now the fourth box of random action figures or objects, the question begs a little more nuance. Every object here should have a justification.
I didn’t feel like I made a dent even after spending nearly two hours packing. It’s frustrating because while I’ve still got time to get everything moved out, I want to be further along than I am. It’s not like writing an essay, where after a certain point, I can call it done. Let’s explore that sensory overload anxiety so I can figure out how to circumvent that before returning for another round of packing.
When I sobered up, money otherwise spent on alcohol went to cool action figures. It efficiently re-routed the pleasure sensors of going to a store, browsing for some new treat, then bringing it home to enjoy. Now that I’m downsizing and moving, I can’t binge on new purchases anymore. Every new item now must fit succinctly within a specific purpose. It’s not as dangerous to browse for action figures as alcohol, but materialistically, maybe so?
I think we focus too much on what other people think about us. When I’ve felt awkward, it’s usually because I’m thinking too much about what people think of me while I’m doing something. It’s all in my head, too. No one ran up to me exclaiming that I shouldn’t photograph this sign. Most people wouldn’t even care. If they did, it’s only because I distracted their own focus. How can we overcome focus insecurity?
Vendors at Renton City Retro told me about Seattle’s hidden collecting secret for the last twenty-two* years: Lake City Toy Show. Unlike the more mainstream retro show that had videogames, action figures, and other fun activities, this was where you’d find anything more obscure. Cool for serious collectors. How about for everyone else? If you were in the area for the car show, or happened through town in the early afternoon, was there anything worthwhile?
When you’re not in a big hurry, and have some general goals in mind, you may find a better outcome than you’d expected. My work bag needed some cross-head (“Phillips”/Thompson) screwdrivers and I figured it would be a good excuse to stop by my favorite pawn shop. I didn’t urgently need more screwdrivers, so happening into a rather new shop at Pike Place Market called Rummage Around – equal parts thrift store, antique shop, and hoarder’s garage sale – was a nice surprise.