Saturday, February 5, 2011

Sentimental Journey

I'm quite the sentimentalist.  It really is one of my strengths and weaknesses.

I can remember all sort of events that others don't.  If you don't believe me, ask me to tell you at least one story about you.  I will be able to tell you things that you likely won't remember.  And I don't say that to impress you, just to impress upon you that I really am sentimental, so the little things other people easily forget, I tend to remember.

And because of this silly sentimentality, I keep things that other people can throw away without a second thought.  Greeting cards from people I don't even keep in contact with.  Movie ticket stubs from movies that I didn't like from 20 years ago.

Tonight I was going through a couple of small boxes of things I've kept that I can't possibly toss.  I've re-read cards I've long forgotten from birthdays from too long ago.  I've looked at wedding invitations for friends that are celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss, or even for friends that are no longer married.  And yes...I've read letters I wrote but never sent.  I'm particularly good at that.

And yet, I can't seem to get rid of these ancient antiquities.  It's something about me that I wish I could change.  But Darrell wishes I could change this even more.  He fears that I will be featured on Hoarders one day.

The good news is that I threw away about a third of the stuff I went through.

It's a start.

The bad news is that I have oh-so-much-more to do.