Moving… and moving… *&!@!~*!!!
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I found this on a blog It’s all I have time to write. We’re in the process of moving, so I’ll just post this post.
Doesn’t everyone hate moving? Don’t you? 😡
When I was young, I really didn’t have that much stuff; some clothes, a bed, a dresser, and a few odds and ends. I really didn’t own much of anything. Moving wasn’t that big of a deal. It was just stuff. I am convinced that all that stuff is secretly procreating and making more stuff. Every time I move, I have more stuff than I could imagine. I have no idea where some of it came from. That’s why I think that my stuff is getting together and making little baby stuffs and hiding it amongst all my own stuff. Why do I have a cheese grater?? I have never bought one, never needed one, never used it, but there it is, all the same. I blame the toaster and the can opener for that one. I found the cheese grater in the same box.
As time has gone by, I have accumulated a lot of stuff. It doesn’t matter how much of it I throw away, donate to charities, sell at a garage sale, or burn out of anger and frustration on my front lawn at midnight in an attempt to appease the moving gods. I still end up with more and more stuff. I don’t know what to do with half of it, so it ends up following me around for years and years, like a strange stalker that just wants to take up space in my house and watch me all day long, or sit on a shelf in my closet taunting me.
Amen… back soon…
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Now, you just thin out the stuff a tad more woman. Take your time, nothing is that important fer christ sakes! Use the time-honored tradition of blowing it off one day at a time. I of course am the bad devil sitting on your other shoulder.
Unless your looking for something. Then hurry the f*ck up. 😉
Sorry, I tried to text a comment from my phone, but something got lost in the translation. I am staring at boxes in our wonderful, new apartment, wondering if I can get away with calling them boxez le design intérieur d’art (box art interior design)? Probably not.
I found a melon baller. I don’t even like melons. Where the hell did this useless gadget come from: a nuptial union between my coffee maker (which is a useful item) and a can opener? I know, lazer, it’s hard to get rid of stuff. I wish I could follow greenlight’s example.
Jess, thank you for the Carlin video. You single-handedly saved our sanity. Dusty, do you ever wonder how brilliantly Carlin would have ridiculed the pee party… ?
Many thanks to all of you for your empathy. I kept revisiting your comments to help me stay sane. It worked to the extent that I was sane to begin with… 😉
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Gratz on your move Stella!….
*get my call back?* hey darlin! It’s only second to divorce as the largest modern trauma we endure. My heart is with you! Pace yourself! And free Baulder!
It’s fantastico! And great minds think alike! 😉 I miss George…He got a lil cranky in his last years but the man was spot-friggin-on wasn’t he?
I do too. Ricky Gervais has taken space in my mind these days as far as funny men.
My favorite comedian of all time, George Carlin did a great bit on ‘stuff’.Two lines I will never forget:
A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff. Have you ever noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff?
See ya when ya get back!!! 😉
Oh you know I have just the video for this one. From one of the funniest men that used to walk the planet.
Jess, that isn’t the Carlin video on stuff is it?
It most certainly is just that.
You have my sympathies Stella! Moving sucks!
Stella, I know exactly what you mean. Years ago when I divorced I walked away with just some of my clothes. 5 years later I started to move from my little apartment and I had all of this crap that I don’t remember getting. I tried moving off and leaving it but I swear it followed me. I finally gave up and now I am just going to let it accumulate and let my heirs worry about it.
I used to have “stuff.” I tried to clear through some of it, a painstaking task indeed. And then I moved on short notice and took only what fit in my car–what a liberating exercise. I’m now years into minimalism and loving every second of it. Books and clothes… All I need.