I have way too much stuff.
And I just don't know how to deal with it.
In fact, that's the reason I'm writing this at this moment. Because, by writing this, I don't have to deal with my stuff.
And I've determined that it is, in fact, really, really time to deal with my stuff.
I am terrible at throwing things away. Somehow, the Depression mentality embedded in the generation previous to mine has embedded itself in my brain. I look at something--a piece of stuff that is no longer pertinent to my existence--and if it isn't shattered beyond comprehension, I tend not to toss it, but to store it. I guess I think that in some sort of Stuff Afterlife, there's gonna be a Stuff Resurrection when all this useless stuff is going to be refurbished and useful either to me or somebody else.
Right now, as I stare at the top of my refrigerator, I am looking at two cookbooks.
First of all, I have no need for one cookbook. I cook, but I don't cook by the book.
And even if it makes a tiny bit of sense to keep a cookbook in the house, why would I need two cookbooks, especially since one of them is torn and tattered and anything worth cooking inside probably wouldn't taste good anyway because of the decrepit shape of the book?
I currently own five televisions. Maybe six. I'll have to look in the back of the closet.
Radios. Boom boxes. Tape recorders. Walkmen. (Walkmans?) Telephones. Answering machines.
In a now-fully digital world, I refuse to let go of my analog past.
And I won't even start with the books.
Magazines. What is it about a magazine which, when I finish reading it, obliges me to think I need to keep it? (There's a sentence there, somewhere, just look for it.) Maybe it's the gloss. I can barely throw out non-glossy items, how the hell can I throw away something that's shiny and sparkly and has a picture of Reese Witherspoon on the cover?
And, on another matter entirely, when have I EVER finished reading a magazine?
Why do I even subscribe to magazines?
Wait a minute, now...as I recall, a few months ago, I threw away a whole slew of VHS tapes. Not commercial tapes, mind you, but old VHS tapes I used to record TV shows. So somewhere in the dump, if you're interested, you can find VHS tapes full of old SEINFELDS and NYPD BLUE episodes.
What I need to do, is to get myself in whatever mode I was in when I threw out the VHS tapes, and begin to throw out everything else.
And I'm not going to get into that mode by typing this.
So...here I go. STUFF! GET READY TO MEET THE DUMPSTER!
Wait...who's that on the cover of Entertainment Weekly?
Well, I guess I can hold on to just this one...