There’s nothing more satisfying than getting rid of possessions you no longer need or are simply too broken or too dumb to own; it’s a rite of passage, and for me, appropriately coincides with what I consider Spring Cleaning. Last night, while waiting for someone to haul away a broken TV from my apartment, I gathered all the useless shit that I no longer needed but somehow felt this odd attachment to. I think, as a society, we surround ourselves with material goods as signs of success and prosperity — or at least that’s how I sometimes feel. A shirt that I’ve had for years but is way too small may hold some sentiment, a knick knack from a vacation that was memorable — all of it, I needed to let go. To place my memories and achieved possessions (or, in summation, shit that really isn’t that important) in a trash bag was cathartic.
Purging, man… it’s great.