I’m getting to that point of packing where I’m throwing things in boxes whether or not they have a relationship to one another. I just want the things in the boxes. Part of the problem is that I have relatively poor spatial relations skills and cannot for the life of me make the boxes work out right. Mine always end up with these weird gaps, which, at this point, I’m stuffing with whatever comes to hand.
Also, it’s become clear to me that I’m a pen hoarder.
I knew this about myself, but a few days ago, I came across my high school diploma, thought This is useless, and threw it in the trash. No debate, no drama, just adios. I know this is how I should be about the pens. I know that the sane, reasonable response to the number of pens I own would be to throw almost all of them out and start over with, say, ten pens I like, and then when those pens run out of ink, go out and buy new ones. I imagine other adults use a system like this, but when I start contemplating getting rid of some of my pens, they all become my favorites, and I can’t do it.
This is how people wind up buried in mountains of trash.