Sleepwalking my way through life: Bit by bit

Bit by bit

As I sat in dismay on my bedroom floor, surrounded by a mountain of junk and several boxes, my mind flitted deliriously back to my birthday when I was having dinner with my family. We were discussing the intricacies of moving house, and I think my cousin put it most eloquently when he said to me;

“You never know how much shit you have until you have to move it all.”

And indeed I did not. I spent many hours rifling through my wardrobe, transferring books and DVDs into large cardboard boxes. Everything sat snugly together, and soon I had three boxes – weighing a ton and filled to the brim – with books, DVDs, CDs, notebooks and sketchbooks. Now came the hard part; the random tat that filled my wardrobe.

It is suffice to say that I’m a little bit of a hoarder. I keep the strangest of objects from the strangest of times. An example of this would be a small quartz rock which I picked up in Wales after I climbed Mount Snowdon. Another example would be the Lego race car I received after completing my week’s worth of work experience. I have accumulated a large amount of knick knacks and (as Phillip K Dick refers to as) kipple over the years – and I have felt the need to store them in the deep dark recesses of my wardrobe.

And so came the agonising decisions. Do I keep my old PlayStation and my library of games? I’ll probably never play the thing again, and all it’ll do is take up space.

But it’s our PlayStation. We used to spend hours on this thing levelling up in Final Fantasy. Remember when we got the golden chocobo?I want to keep it.

But when will I play it?

When you find it again. Come on, it’s good for nostalgia. You know how we like nostalgia.

No. Bin.

Aww man.

This to and fro continued for over two dozen items, including my old school notes and my small collection of Oor Wullie comic books. I was relentless with some items – the 2000 edition of the Guinness Book of Records was dropped into the bin without a second thought – but some sentimental took a great amount of time to mull over.

In the end I found it much too stressful to sort through my old memories, one by one discarding them. So I left my room in a tip. I move in under two weeks, and my room is still entirely unpacked.

Oh dear.
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At 2:11 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

Oor Mullie sounds *awesome*!

At 12:22 am, Blogger Amaterasu Omikami said...

Aw I remember reading Oor Wullie last year, I loved it! Did you actually throw them away..?!

And Guinness Book of Records 2000's the best one I think, isn't that the one with the woman with the big.. no, ENORMOUS boobs in it?

Good luck with your packing and moving!


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