Certain things make me inexplicably sad.
A couple examples?
A ‘catch-all’ drawer, for instance. We all have them in our houses. (At least I do, and mine is a jungle!)
If you have one, it’s probably in the kitchen. Everything’s in there – from the odd pencil to rubber-bands. From Post-Its, with numbers and scribbled abbreviated notes we don’t actually remember what they stand for, to flat, bendable magnets advertising a doctor’s office or a local pizza place. And and of course the ubiquitous Allen wrench.
(Did you know that the Allen wrench is also called a ’hex key’ because of its six sides? Did you also know it was invented in the mid-1800s?)
Oh! Speaking of keys, lest we forget that key-ring from our trip to Paris which we know we’ll never use yet – there it is!
Why is it so hard to dump everything from this drawer into a bin? Well, because who knows when we’ll need that rubber-band someday! That Post-It with the numbers and scribbled notes? They could be the password for the internet. We just need time to remember what it means.
What if ? What if ?
Another thing that brings me down is that pencil holder we all have somewhere at home – like a quiver displaying a random assortment of pens with very dubious work ethics, sticking out like arrows – each slyly luring us with flaked off or slightly rubbed off advertising on the sides. And of course, pencils with worn down graphite. Or worse yet, pencils with no points at all – broken off while writing – now offering no ability to write, no hope for creativity.
Maybe there’s a sharpener in that ‘catch-all’ kitchen drawer.
For no good reason, we hold on to things – clothes we won’t wear again because –
Suppose they come back in fashion?
I could lose those 5 lbs!
Books we won’t ever open again and knickknacks that have memory but no sentiment attached. (Those , I’ve always felt, are mutually exclusive).
Why do we hold on to things so much? And how do we convince ourselves to let go?