Having a garage sale is an altering experience. I find myself looking at every single thing that I own in a different light now. Instead of taking my artifacts for granted, I look at everything with two thoughts in my mind - is it worth keeping, and how much could I sell it for?
It is a nice feeling, too, to know that I am paring down my collection of shit. I went to my sister's today to look through a mountain of boxes that I have had stored there for almost two years now. I found a few things that made me exclaim, "oh there it is!" But for the most part, I realized that I have held on to so many things that I neither need or want anymore, and it feels great to be "slimming down" the inventory. If I lived without all that crap for two years now, then I really don't need it.
But then it's so HARD to give up certain things. Like, I put a price tag on my microwave today without a second thought, because I really never used it much and I know I can always go buy a new one someday when I get the urge. But then I have these stupid lanterns that I've been collecting over the years - no monetary value to them, except maybe to a scrap dealer - and each one that I tagged felt like I was tearing out a piece of a vital organ. So stupid - if I actually had them displayed, they would just collect dust, and yet when they're in a BOX they seem to have more value.
Bridgette and I watched this show called "America's Got Talent" tonight. Ho-hum. It is ssoooo contrived. It's a bunch of bottom-shelf talent acts mixed in with a couple good ones, so as to make you believe that the producers just dragged these people in off the street and somehow miraculously found a few gems in the mix. Then the three judges were obviously picked to resemble American Idol's lineup, including a British dude to throw out insults and look annoyed a la Cowell. And then there's Brandy, who seems about as smart as a bent nail. The few good acts seemed as if they were called in from the Shrine Circus. It was wretched.
I'm so glad I don't watch much tv anymore.
Ok, here's another addition to my "annoyances" category. I went in Walgreen's this evening to pick up my prescription. I wasn't in any hurry, so I sort of browsed my way back to the pharmacy counter, looking at a few drug-store junk items on the way. In the 45 seconds it took me to get from front to back of the store, I was asked twice, "Can I help you find something?" I know that the kindly associates are probably forced to do that, so I don't blame them personally. But please Walgreens - shopping is a purely private pleasure for me, and I don't like to be bothered! I don't think I walked into Walgreen's with a bewildered, cat-stuck-in-a-heater-duct look! I didn't crash into aisles while aimlessly searching for the best form of vitamin E. I just wanted to take my time. And I always feel like I have to be overly nice when I respond, or else give some sort of excuse as to why I'm looking without buying.
I need some sleep.
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