Lately, I've been cleaning out my possessions from my parents' place and sorting them out into three and a half piles: Keep, Give away, Sell at the Sci-Fi/Anime flea market, and Garage Sale.
I've come across a few realizations as I root through all my worldly possessions:
1) I own too much shit.
2) The world produces too much shit.
3) Sentimental keepsakes make no sense when I can't remember why I'm keeping this shit.
4) Maslow's hierarchy of needs apparently includes shit.
Alas, the Star Wars memorabilia I once coveted has been rendered useless and inconsequential, considering the sheer tidal wave of crap that's come out since Episode 1 through 3 were released. So, I'm getting rid of just about all of it; that, and a lot of very hard-to-find Ranma 1/2 stuff we accumulated over time.
I'm not sure at what point things cross from treasure to trash: probably at the point when you realize, holy hell, I have to MOVE this stuff?
Sadly, by getting rid of my worldly possessions, I may be losing a few iotas of cool factor. Cuz, let's face it, how many girls do you know who own a Darth Vader life-size standie? (On sale for the low, low price of....well, we'll figure that out when you start drooling over it....)
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