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"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" Prompt: Write about something you own that is weird, wacky, or downright silly. Where did you get it and what significance does it hold for you? Ah, well, I hate to be me but I’m not really a keeper of things. Do you remember when those minimalism books got popular a few years ago? There were a bunch of books about decluttering your life, tidying up, and throwing things out if they don’t “spark joy" or whatever. Anyway, I've been doing that pretty much forever. I think this is a habit from moving a lot and having little storage space. If I’m not using something, I don’t need to have it around taking up space. When I move sometimes I discover something I haven’t used in a year or two. I usually don’t even remember that I had it. In those situations, I get rid of whatever it is because what’s the point in having things around that I don’t even remember having? So as you can imagine, my space is pretty bare. The only things I keep that I don’t use a lot are my journals and important documents. I have a small bookshelf just with my favorite books and records on it because I’ve sold the rest. Other than that, all I have is my clothes, electronics, furniture, and dishes. I wish I could say that I have some wacky dishes, but it would be a lie. I have a matching dish set. I don’t collect anything. I have a lot of pens and notebooks but nothing of note. I don’t know if it’s from having OCD or not, but I wouldn’t bring something silly into my house. I know this because I’ve been forced to do those white elephant gift exchange things for family holidays and I’ve never brought home anything I was gifted. Last year I ended up with a cat book that just read “meow” like 7000 times. It was cute and silly, but when it came time to leave it’s not something I would bring with me. I ended up discreetly giving it to my niece because she got a kick out of it. To bring something silly like that into my house would be like asking me to go outside and bring a leaf into my house. Like... what am I supposed to do with it? Maybe if I had a house with plenty of space for storage I would eventually get into the habit of keeping more things regardless of their usefulness. But I kind of doubt it because it doesn’t mesh with my personality I don’t think. Stoic Thought of the Day: " Be tolerant with others and strict with yourself.” -Marcus Aurelius |