8.18.2005

Possession

Everywhere I turn, people seem to be having trouble letting go of their things.

I used to be what they call a "pack rat." My mother called me "Stuff Girl" (no kidding) and she likened my bedroom to a museum, a collection of objects meticuously displayed, covering every horizontal surface and most of the verticals. Then one year, near the end of high school, something just snapped and I threw it all out. Gave away whatever I could. I gleefully stuffed things into giant garbage bags and kicked them to the curb, to charity, to my friends, whoever would accept them. I hardened my heart against the pitiable faces of even my favorite stuffed animals, and did away with the trappings of my childhood. I am a minimalist, you see, and I have a very particular aesthetic. I like my things functional and attractive, and anything superfluous, tacky, kitschy, or nostalgic must go.

I repeated this performance as needed, obeying the mantra, if you don't need it or want it or like it, don't keep it. The goal was to keep mobile -- I should only keep what I would be willing to personally carry from residence to residence. Anything that will spend its life in the back of the closet may as well move out for good. Unwanted gifts were disposed of with only moderate guilt. Even most of my school artwork was mercilessly dispatched (I told myself that I wouldn't regret it, but I may have been wrong). I may occasionally miss an item or two that I've gotten rid of, but overall, I feel mercifully free. Each and every thing that I own is an essential and integral piece of my daily life, something I appreciate and treasure. Everywhere I cast my eye it falls upon beauty, simplicity, and harmony. There are no more skeletons in my closet, just clothes and luggage and spare blankets and posters waiting to be framed. Useful things. Out of sight, but needed.

That's my advice to anyone struggling with too much stuff: renounce, renounce, renounce.

Just be sure that you won't regret it.

Labels:

3 Comments:

Anonymous Neil:

Actually, now in this time of e-bay, I've gotten much worse. I'm always thinking, "Maybe if I save this Chinese take-out menu a few more years, I can sell it on e-bay."

14:03  
Blogger laurenbove:

Uh, you mercinary! How can you be so cold? =) (my husband would like to marry you.)

Please. Tell me how to throw out the blender. It looks so useful. The kids adorable drawings? Those cute little scribbles?

Oh, tidy one, help me.

16:03  
Blogger bluewyvern:

Neil: I have a whole box of goods (in storage now) marked for eBay. I registered as a seller, took photos, and even wrote up a description or two, but I never did put a single item up for sale. I don't know if I ever will.

laurenbove: The blender I wouldn't have too much trouble getting rid of. Appliances aren't especially special to me. If I have an appliance that's old, doesn't work too well, and covered in grime, I am nothing short of delighted to trade it in for a shiny new one, sparkly and clean, with a sleeker, more modern design than the old clunker I bought all those years ago when they didn't know how to make things pretty.

As far as the kids' drawings, don't chuck those. Buy a couple of nice big storage boxes and file them all in there -- and give them into the kids' custody. Let them decide down the road what they would like to keep and what they won't miss.

18:07  

Post a Comment

<< Home