now where did i put that...

i joked with naz the other night about how i should take inventory of the stuff we end up discarding during this move. why would i waste time documenting possessions that we’ll no longer have? for my sanity later. for those times when i’m tearing the house apart looking for a sweater or a book or some piece of memorabilia, only to raise my hands in defeat, thinking it’s either lost or some magical elves ran off with it. when in truth, i probably tossed it or put it in my brown elephant pile during a previous move or a spring cleaning episode in the dead of winter. but i can never pinpoint the moment when i parted ways with said object. it frustrates the piss out of me.

it seems that i’m becoming forgetful in my old age of 32. yeah, i know, disgusting right? i don’t consider myself old in the least bit. an occasional creaky knee or lack of energy in the evening hours, but generally i think of myself to be somewhat spry. but the loss of memory, even small insignificant things, is troublesome. i think part of it is that today we are forced to consume an insane amount of data that nothing really sets in. we move too quickly, mostly on instinct without thought, that we don’t take time to digest the elements. and i take full responsibility for impetuously throwing out random bric-a-brac and not really thinking it through. i never have a moment of regret after ditching random material goods, particularly after seeing my parents’ hoard of mismatched objects, needless artifacts, papers and boxes and, i’ll just say it, junk. i’m just discouraged to know that i forgot that i threw it out in the first place.

04 March 2009