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Aug. 14th, 2010 03:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshine_queenThe good thing about my bedroom at home is when I finally unpack and actual clear my floor of the thousands of bags I have crammed with my stuff, it's actually pretty large.
The downside is that I have SO MUCH STUFF that I can't actually unpack properly, and, when I approach my mother all, "hey, let's put some stuff in bags for goodwill!" she like, panics. HOW DARE I WANT TO GET RID OF SOMETHING I WILL NEVER USE/WEAR/WANT AGAIN. WHAT IF I SOMEDAY NEED IT, THEN WHERE WILL I BE? And like, okay, if we were in... IDK, some dystopian society, or in the Colonial fleet on the run for our lives with dwindling resources, then I'd understand. Cling tight to what you have. But that is not our life!
In our life that we are actually living, we keep effing accumulating more stuff, or, in my case, accumulating things in one place while keeping pretty steady in another, and then combining, and my poor closet is already like, "bitch, please" because my closet houses (a) my stuff (b) stuff my sister and I share (c) some of my mom's stuff (d) some of my grandmother's clothes my mom took from her house when my cousin stole it and (e) my dad's stuff. I wish I was joking. Or that my closet was bigger.
And Melissa is coming tomorrow, which is 95% PURE JOY, 5% JESUS CHRIST SHEPHERD OF JUDEA, WHERE AM I GOING TO PUT EVERYTHING?! (I realize people have far worse problems, but damn does this seem aggravating.)
The downside is that I have SO MUCH STUFF that I can't actually unpack properly, and, when I approach my mother all, "hey, let's put some stuff in bags for goodwill!" she like, panics. HOW DARE I WANT TO GET RID OF SOMETHING I WILL NEVER USE/WEAR/WANT AGAIN. WHAT IF I SOMEDAY NEED IT, THEN WHERE WILL I BE? And like, okay, if we were in... IDK, some dystopian society, or in the Colonial fleet on the run for our lives with dwindling resources, then I'd understand. Cling tight to what you have. But that is not our life!
In our life that we are actually living, we keep effing accumulating more stuff, or, in my case, accumulating things in one place while keeping pretty steady in another, and then combining, and my poor closet is already like, "bitch, please" because my closet houses (a) my stuff (b) stuff my sister and I share (c) some of my mom's stuff (d) some of my grandmother's clothes my mom took from her house when my cousin stole it and (e) my dad's stuff. I wish I was joking. Or that my closet was bigger.
And Melissa is coming tomorrow, which is 95% PURE JOY, 5% JESUS CHRIST SHEPHERD OF JUDEA, WHERE AM I GOING TO PUT EVERYTHING?! (I realize people have far worse problems, but damn does this seem aggravating.)
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Date: 2010-08-16 04:20 am (UTC)Me, upon encountering a bag in my closet I don't recognize: Mom, what's this?
Mom: Oh. That's a bag you filled with stuff with Goodwill and brought out to the car and I... put it back in your closet after you left.
HONESTLY, WOMAN, WORK WITH ME HERE.
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Date: 2010-08-16 06:59 am (UTC)