fearofbecomingahoarder

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REFUSE, reduce, reuse, recycle.

[fearofbecomingahoarder]

So, it turns out I kind of like to write.  Or at least I think I like to write.  Obviously I’m pry not very good at it because I just started my first two sentences with conjunctions and I’m pretty sure that’s kind of a big “no-no” in the english book of grammatical correct-ness.  <- LOL what even..

Anyway, I’ve been reading Nick Langenberg’s blogs lately because I guess he’s like an aspiring writer or something and they are absolutely FANTASTIC.  I mean I’m probs being a little biased because he’s always been someone Iv’e looked up to as kind of a hero figure as he was my first rugby coach in highschool and has a heart of pure gold.  Seriously, he’s like the coolest of all cats.  One of my fave memories of him is when his fiance forgot to pick him up from work on the way to practice.  (He was working as an accountant or consultant or something at a bank at the time.)  Nick resorted to jogging all the way to Wedgewood Park in his suit and tie (not even sure where his office was at the time so who knows how far he was tryna go), until someone offered him a ride to where he was going.  He showed up late to practice in some random dude’s car, all sweaty in his work get-up.  Kat looked SUPER guilty and he came up and gave her a “I forgive you” squeeze and jumped right into coaching.  He will forever be just one of those amazing people who will inspire me in life and I’m SO glad he’s choosing to share his beautiful soul with the world through writing.  YAY.  

What I’m getting at is that his most recent blog thingy got me thinking about how much I would absolutely love to become a minimalist, but I just am SO attached to my things.  It’s probably because of growing up kinda poor, and the fact that I’m overly sentimental, but it’s pretty hard for me to throw things away.  Even articles of clothing and random crap that I won’t touch for even years at a time.  Yet when I go to throw something out that could be of any relative use to me someday, I end up putting it back in whatever stupid place i’ve found to store that worthless piece of crap and it stays there FOREVER.  Tank-tops, wrapping paper, markers, etc. Heck dude.  What is that even?  

After watching that minimalist documentary I tried to imagine myself doing that ish and I LOVE the thought of it.  Trying to choose quality over quantity.  Finding value in the small amount of things that I have.  I mean, I don’t have to go overboard like only having a couple pairs of shoes or whatever, but I can defs scale down all the worthless bullcrap in my closet and stop buying stupid bullcrap to fill my closet with.  The concept goes kinda great with the lifestyle I aspire for.. I’m what my mom would refer to as a gypsy.  I’m a rolling stone.  An energizer bunny.  A nomadic being who hasn’t really lived in one home for over one year since pry middle school.  Having less things means having to move less things every time I choose to pick up my life and put it somewhere else.

This also would tie in perfectly with my conservationist movement, as well as my trying not to spend money movement.  I would buy less waste and in turn produce less waste.  (I mean, that’s the idea, right?..)  

Side note of other “green” things I can do with my life:

1.  Buy less packaged goods.  (Means less garbage and less buying stupid ish I don’t need.)

2.  Recycle dat ish (Plastic bags and stuff..)

3.  Less TP, PT, and napkins.  (I know this seems gross but hey, barely used tp in the PH, towels are a nice lil washable alternative to paper towel and I could pry just recycle old clothes somehow to make them into rags/blow dry that ish, and napkins are pry unnecessary - at home anyway.. pitch towel napkin idea from Cody and Christian.)

4.  Shorter showers.  (This is a toughie.)  Less showers maybe?.. Or more showers at the gym to save on our electricity bill.  Yeah.

It was weird because when I was cleaning my room yesterday I was looking at all of my clothes that I was folding and did that thing where you hold up an object and ask “Do I value this?” and if nah then you toss that muhfuh out.  But then I couldn’t do it.  Like seriously I’d get close and then I’m like “Oh what if I want to wear it someday?” or “But I got this [insert some dumb-ass story of how I got that thing or how much I loved it way back when or blah blah blah].”  But seriously a lot of the clothes in my closet I held up and kinda hated.  (Like the thought of wearing them made me go “bleh” bc it was either old, not stylish, uncomfortable, unflattering, etc.)  One of the ideas behind minimalism is that your possessions are supposed to bring you joy, otherwise why own them?  (This is kinda weird because the definition of materialism is something along the lines of objects bringing you comfort, yet I almost consider materialism as the opposite of minimalism, but actually when I think about it they aren’t really opposites, but kinda.)

I think because I attach so much sentiment to my things I’m thinking I might be able to let them go if maybe I write about them.  Like I can tell the story of that object (because as if every object has some sort of story behind it.)  That was the memory of that thing can stay alive and it can also be kind of a fun writing exercise for yours truly.  Practice make better, right?  Let’s see if I can get rid of some of all the stupid clutter and maybe by the time I’m ready to move (either at the beginning or end of summer) I’ll not have so much poops to move.

Note: Whore-der

(def). Someone who hoards multiple dudes/girls/booty calls to do the nasty wit bc you a ho for sho.