A dozen-some coworkers have moved in the past month. Though they’ve taken almost everything, there are remnants of these former residents. We received a formal memo not to pilfer these vacancies for valuables, but there are piles in scrap areas where curious clutter combines. Nothing offensively curious. More like boring management books or specific esoteric technical junk that might be more read or pretended to be read to impress others than to actually learn from…
Why do we wring out the last bit of everything for all its worth? Is it because “we paid for it!” and therefore must fully use every last byte, nurdle, or grain? If so, and if we don’t use it fully, we end up wasting it, not in terms of using it, but in terms of not using it. Their husks clutter our lives. Use it up or throw it away! You can buy more.
Even with the antibacterial soap to disinfect your hands, the grime permeates into every pore of your skin, and this all just feels so raw. I can see why thrift shopping appealed to me so much. Broken toys for a broken soul. Now that represents a time and a place. I’ll still look. I keep my hands in my pockets now, one on my wallet to remind me of value, the other on my SOAK.
“If I ever want to look at it again, I can just pull out the photo.” As I’m downsizing to where I don’t have to funnel so much of my money into renting space for objects I’m not attached to, I have to be careful. What objects could not be replaced with a photo? Not many. Most can be easily repurchased, rebuilt, or recreated from memory. What if I easily make copies of those objects?
Most bands sell merchandise at their shows. For years, if I even vaguely enjoyed a band, I would buy a CD, sticker, or shirt to support the arts. Minimalizing one’s lifestyle might imply advocating for the opposite. Fewer of my pesos do pollinate the pockets of performers, however, purchasing with purpose should always be the way to go. If you can answer yes to “will I still listen to this in ten years?,” buy away!
Early on into my sobrieties, I would distract myself with any frivolous adventure, just to distract myself. I think that’s good. When you’re knee-deep into any addiction, whether you want to admit it or not, you become so enamored with your uppers that you can’t experience life anymore. It just feels wrong. It’s like going out into a thunderstorm without a rain jacket. Why bother? Well, sometimes, you’ve gotta brave those storms, catching any life-raft.
Where do I find the time to write essays daily? If it takes me an average of 45 minutes to 90 minutes each day to conceptualize, write, edit, photograph or draw, and publish an essay, then I have to take that time from somewhere else. I had today off. I had fully intended to edit some larger projects. Instead, I slept, went on a walkabout, and now it’s well into the evening. I’ve still gotta write, so…
Crammed in Aurelius’s Meditations, between the exact pages “busy” people will stop reading a book at while claiming to others for feigning social clout that they “are reading,” which officially is after two full pages, was an account executive’s business card. Such relics used to be sacred monuments in my collection. I always wanted to feel an object’s total story. Who was its former owner? Now I realize that such thoughts waste our valuable time.
All the good trash-treasure gets soaked after rainfall. I try throwing away my non-recyclables and recyclables daily to keep the apartment-mansion clean, and for the occasional trash-treasure. When it rains, I’m less likely to want to cruise the cans, since this water-soaked game case, scratched mismatched disc, and some sort of waterlogged receiver wouldn’t pique my interest even in my hoarding prime, years and lifetimes ago. Instead, it’s more of an anthropological study of neighbors.
After weeks of overindulgent over-consumption of sugary snacks of sorts seemingly innocent, I realized all of those should go. Anything that doesn’t nourish well – or, if it’s not my favorite coffee-dipping crackers – should go, but, unlike donating anything that’s not trash to a thrift store, there aren’t as many food banks in this area, and the ones that are around are more exclusive. It’s unfortunate how much food goes to waste that could be helpful.