Clutter, begone!
Aug. 12th, 2000 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpAs Galina and I voluntarily keep moving into ever-smaller houses, the pressure to get rid of "stuff" keeps increasing. On the one hand, I understand the benefits to be gained from clearing away the clutter (there are several, not the least of which is having more free time). On the other, I find it very difficult to do so.
There are times I feel utterly powerless to chuck stuff in the trash until I've looked at it, leafed through it, scanned the interesting parts, and so on. In practice, lots of stuff that comes under consideration for the dump is merely moved from one place to another. If I'm lucky, the pile gets smaller as time goes on. More often than not, though, it grows.
For my cleaning effort to gain results, I've got to psych myself into a state where I don't mind throwing perfectly good, workable, serviceable things into the garbage. Take, for example, the diskette case I picked up at the '94 Computers, Freedom, and Privacy conference held at the John Marshall Law School in Chicago. I look at it and ask: "Why is this here?" I don't use these things. (Maybe I got it as part of the registration package, who knows?)
And yet, I'll feel bad if I chuck it. It's perfectly serviceable. I suppose I could put it and similar stuff into a special box and then, once I have enough junk of this kind, I could hold a garage sale and at least get a couple of bucks.
Blech. I'll be better off simply tossing it. And I can do it. Heck, as I write this...it's already in the trash. <grin>
Two guesses what I've been doing most of the day...
Cheers...
P.S. Perseid meteors are supposed to peak this weekend, but there's a pretty bright moon out. I think I'll maybe I'll set the alarm for some ungodly hour and then go outside to see what I can see. G'night.
There are times I feel utterly powerless to chuck stuff in the trash until I've looked at it, leafed through it, scanned the interesting parts, and so on. In practice, lots of stuff that comes under consideration for the dump is merely moved from one place to another. If I'm lucky, the pile gets smaller as time goes on. More often than not, though, it grows.
For my cleaning effort to gain results, I've got to psych myself into a state where I don't mind throwing perfectly good, workable, serviceable things into the garbage. Take, for example, the diskette case I picked up at the '94 Computers, Freedom, and Privacy conference held at the John Marshall Law School in Chicago. I look at it and ask: "Why is this here?" I don't use these things. (Maybe I got it as part of the registration package, who knows?)
And yet, I'll feel bad if I chuck it. It's perfectly serviceable. I suppose I could put it and similar stuff into a special box and then, once I have enough junk of this kind, I could hold a garage sale and at least get a couple of bucks.
Blech. I'll be better off simply tossing it. And I can do it. Heck, as I write this...it's already in the trash. <grin>
Two guesses what I've been doing most of the day...
Cheers...
P.S. Perseid meteors are supposed to peak this weekend, but there's a pretty bright moon out. I think I'll maybe I'll set the alarm for some ungodly hour and then go outside to see what I can see. G'night.
