For Sale: One old life, slightly used. Includes outfits that were barely worn and a degree that was never used. Slightly damaged but in good condition.
I look around my house and I see so many things that I just don’t need anymore. I have business suits and blazers, dress pants and nice tops from my brief stint as a shift supervisor. If it hadn’t been for a craptacular shift of doom and me being blamed entirely for it and then, without being told, no longer scheduled for those shifts, I might still be at that job. I might still have a use for all those nice clothes. But where would I use them now? Part of me wants to hang onto them in the hope that maybe one day I will figure out what it is I want to do and return to work. Deep down, however, I know that I won’t. I never want to work a soul crushing job ever again; be it shift supervisor at a restaurant or lowly office drone.
Then there is everything else. A random collection of stuff that I don’t really need. Books and movies I will never read or watch again no matter how much I liked them. Crappy fleece blankets, old pillows, boxes of mystery items that have been unopened since our move four years ago.
I wish someone would come into my house and do the purging for me. I won’t be able to do it myself because I will always come up with some lame excuse for keeping things. But I don’t need them.
I don’t need all this stuff.