Cheesiest Blog Post Ever

There have been so many times where I come up with an idea in the moment to write or blog about something, make a note of it, and then try to write about it later.  But it never works.  Sure I could spew out a few paragraphs or thoughts about it.  But it’s not really from the heart the any longer.  I’ve already embraced it and moved on…like a week ago.  Why bother writing about it?  It’s not like I’m writing an autobiography about that time I lived in a cave in India.  My life consists mainly of movies and headbands and maybe the occasional inspirational quote that I read that day.

I think the reason why I don’t really do a good job with writing about something that happened to me a day or two ago, is because recent memories are best left alone.  Well not completely left alone- I mean yes please talk about your horrendous visit to the dentist last week to everybody and anybody who wants to listen.  But don’t force yourself to find an answer about why this event happened to you.  You can’t appreciate its actual value so soon after its expired.

Every now and then I revisit photo albums or mementos.  Not planning on it this time I ended up doing just that.  I’m not huge on looking at photo albums or really anything sentimental to be honest.  But I’ve been trying to get organized/get my life in order recently to make my current living space livable.  Under my bed I have about 8 different boxes, well not about there are actually legitimately 8 boxes, filled with countless amounts of mementos throughout the years- photos, birthday cards, diplomas, concert stubs, and so on.  I thought okay let me organize all this- moment by moment, year by year, consolidate the boxes, label shit, throw out what’s not essential and what really didn’t need to be saved or remembered.  Some photos I was like wow I never realized how good-looking I was at the age of 14.  Some photos I was like wow I never realized how bad looking I was at the age of 14.  Okay did I really need to save an essay I wrote in 7^th grade?  Why is this photo not protected in its corresponding photo album?  Why do I have a $2 bill?  Shouldn’t I be displaying this pottery I made?  Do I need every single report card? I guess I really didn’t do that well on my SATs.  Should I burn these photos of me with braces?  Wow I should really consider cutting my hair short again.

I finally just came to the conclusion- memories aren’t really made to be organized or disposed of.  When I sit back and think what have I really done with my life, do I have to look for the answer in a labeled chart perfectly defined that's completely organized and sterile? Would I even want to? Unless you covered in clown makeup, wearing an inappropriate or ill-fitting outfit-I wouldn’t worry about your current state of affairs.  There are some things you just can’t make sense of. 

And now that I'm thinking about it, this blog post makes me think it's comparable to that ridiculously lame and overused quote: Sing like no one is listening, LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN HURT, blah blah blah, I'm seriously going to drown myself in vodka, and rethink my blog posts from here on out.  Oh my god.  I am now horrified. 

Hoarding Problems: A Day in the Life of a Fashionista

I never really realized that I had a hoarding problem until very recently.  Like an hour ago recently.  Yet I never feel like I have enough stuff.  Then I realize I have an overwhelming amount of stuff and it makes me want to collapse.  Like how much money has been spent on all this crap.  I could be driving a Range Rover or buying a plane ticket to Asia or something.

It is soooo much easier to just ignore the excess baggage (literal baggage) than to deal with organizing it.  Its like I don’t want to develop some type of OCD problem but this insane amount of crap is making me insane.  So it’s either organize it or throw it all out.  Most of it I wont really miss or even remember that I have.  But some of it I need- like toothpaste and shampoo need.  Therefore I am forced to go through it, if I want to start to be able to walk without bumping into something.

Hours later (or minutes later I'm not really sure) I feel a little more free than initially, but I still feel pretty stressed and pretty grossed out.  Actually I feel more stressed out and unorganized than before I started.  Like, maybe I should go through everything again- maybe I didn’t throw out enough.  Maybe now I’m throwing out too much.  Did I even get anywhere?  There’s still so much.  Now I know why people wear the same thing everyday and travel with a backpack.  Actually why do I feel like I wear the same thing everyday?  And why do I feel like I don’t have anything? 

Okay, okay.  Let me go through this and ask myself.  Do I need this right now and will I miss it in 10 years? I don’t know, printed sweatshirts might be a fashion statement in 10 years.  Actually in 10 years I’ll probably just buy a new one. 

Challenge: every time you buy something- throw one thing out (Unless it’s some type of storage container).  Well don't throw everything out.  Donate some of it. You won’t even remember it existed.