[Downsizing Zeal] Objects I Dislike

The easiest answer I can give to the question of what objects, in general, do I dislike is “anything with no apparent value for me.” An object I like is my City of Seattle first-aid kit. Inside it was once first-aid items from the 80s. Although I once liked these objects as they were part of an aesthetic whole, and something Adam Savage talks about on Tested frequently, I find I don’t like these objects.

Not just because I needed a bandage when I got burned.

I am not much of a graphics designer, other than how the graphics play into fictional worlds for say an anachronistic feel on purpose or accidentally, maybe writing about them as part of an essay, or if an object exudes a vibrant aesthetic quality for me. Physical objects, for the “me” that is writing this essay now compared to the “me” of even two years ago, should start with an inherent value. Whether that’s the utility of having a storage place for emergency items like a first-aid kit should or its aesthetics because of some nostalgic reason, if the object doesn’t have much of those values for me, I should be comfortable saying I dislike them.

Not to dislike something with contempt; that’s hatred, and we’ll cover that later.

If I dislike the item, that merely means I don’t have enough I like about it to consider it worth keeping. In my Like essay, I wrote about a shelf full of media where I only care about one object. The rest include objects that I am comfortable parting with, even if I may like some of them. As an example, one is a duplicate Amon Amarth CD. The other I bought at the show and spun many times; this duplicate was in a bundle, so I moved mine into that bundled copy, and now can bare to part ways with this one.

I dislike owning the duplicate but I don’t dislike the music on the CD.

I would like to reclaim the space in an efficient way. Putting all of these items into boxes to store for later isn’t as optimal for me as selling them, even at a severe loss, because then I can have the flexibility of the space both here and where I will need to store them until current events stabilize to a point where I could try to sell these in bulk to a music shop; if music shops can reopen. Since I further can’t have what I’d like, I can make do in the situation I’m in by putting them away in such a manner where they won’t be much in my way for now.

Why do I dislike these objects?

Scanning over the list of CD titles, when I last listened to them, they all collectively would be CDs that I would skip tracks or lose interest in. I was less honest with myself back when I was at the height of my music collecting because I had wanted to seem more cultured or more knowledgeable about music than I am. Most were, admittedly, ones I had purchased before my tastes shifted away from loving these musicians, or at least liking them enough to buy CDs of their work… because the shelf underneath it contains all the ones I had bought like that.

Those were the ones I was more ready to donate when I sorted through them recently.

That project was on hold until I figured out ‘what to do with them.’ Now that I know, I’ll put them away to a minimally-intrusive space that I have relinquished to in my mind and apartment-mansion. I have placed those old bandages in a similar space – that will be going to my occasional editor J.D.. That’s where I should place all the objects I dislike. Rather than leave them out to weigh me down, I should plan to put them into boxes based on the box’s overall end location.

As an example of this, let’s return to that first shelf.

There’s a box in that shelf whose graphic design I dislike but within it contains my Wounded Giant discography, so placed because I had some extra merchandise from some of their shows, so I once had a dedicated box for that. I won’t get rid of this stuff anytime soon, but I placed this box here to condense down that space. I will use that box, and a few others here soon, to clear out CDs I might still like to sell, so with a hypothetical best-case scenario where music stores reopen, I can bring one over, let them assess their buying price, and probably sell them all away.

Semi-worst-case, I can donate those boxes to any open donation trailer…

Worst-case, well, let’s cross that bridge when we get there. I suppose I regret some of these purchases in the purely pragmatic sense of having potentially lost out on money, but at the time, I did like some of these objects, so any regret has more to do with being irresponsible with my money rather than these actual objects themselves. I even like some aspects of them, which makes it a tricky decision, however, generally, if an object has even just a little bit to it I dislike, why not be honest and explore that notion fully?

If I dislike one song on the album, do I really find the whole thing lukewarm?

I, then, don’t care about the packaging, graphic design, or greater meaning of most any of these things I dislike. I don’t hate them, so I don’t want to throw them away, but I don’t love them, so I shouldn’t keep them out. Now that I’ve explored my thoughts on this, my next essay will be on an object I love, in the sense that I appreciate it deeply, then concluding this four-part series will – unless there’s a fifth entry – be about something I hate.

I normally dislike conclusions like this… but… stay tuned, readers!

Endtable:
Quotes: None.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: Besides the “Objects I Like” essay?
Related: Other Downsizing Zeal essays.
1 – Like
2 – Dislike
3 – Love
4 – Hate
Photo: Bandages that I actually care about. Originally, it was going to be the same photo as the liked one, but reversed.
Written On: 2020 April 12 [1:46am to 2:17am. Gdocs.]
Last Edited: 2020 April 22 [Adapted from Gdoc, so, second draft; final draft for the Internet.]
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