I’m in the mood to purge.
My house and all it’s shit is suffocating me. It’s driving me nuts. I feel like I can’t move in here, I feel stagnant with all this shit around me.
I don’t consider myself a pack rat. Not at all. Jake most certainly isn’t. Maybe compared to him, I am.
Now, my mother, on the other hand, most definitely IS a pack rat. A lot of the shit that is suffocating me in my house, is the shit that she didn’t want in her house, but, didn’t have the balls to throw out herself.
My house is a halfway house for my mom’s shit.
Every time she visits, she brings a box of stuff. She says, “I brought this…thought you might be able to use it.”
Maybe it’s a surge protector from 1987, that is probably an actual danger to whatever you plug into it. Maybe it’s a little knick knack, like these…
Jack ate the petals off of this silk plant years ago, that sits in a little tin with Asians on it. This Asian people tin, sits atop a broken alligator skinned, treasure box, that my kids used to hide matchbox cars, crayons, and candy wrappers in.
Actually, they are dust collecting apparatuses, that never get dusted!
Then, I have shit like this that suffocates me….
A cross and a Christian book, from my days when I thought I had to be a Christian. From the days when there were appearances to be kept up. Gone are those days…I yam what I yam, these days!
A candle-less candle holder. I got this candle holder as a gift…about six years ago. It’s never held a candle, but, has always had a place on my dresser. I’ve denied this holder it’s purpose in life, for six long years…and I will deny it, no longer. That’s cruel.
I’m purging. Getting rid of this stuff so I can breathe.
I’ll probably keep the kids, and Jake.