5/17/2010

Why do I get so attached

to inanimate objects?

It's something I've always had a hard time with--which means I tend to be a bit of a pack rat.

Which means that when I get in the mood to really clean things up and get rid of old stuff, I always feel really brutal--like I'm coldly and callously sentencing death to all the things I'm trying to get rid of.

This past weekend, I sold my old computer. Which was surprisingly hard for me. (Though really, I shouldn't have been surprised at how emotional I felt. I mean, look at how excited I was for this computer.)

So this is how I've gotten myself to feel better:
  • The man who bought it gave it to his son. (At least, I think so.)
  • I wasn't using it anymore, even though it's still a good machine.
  • Wouldn't the computer prefer being used and loved by that young boy than just sitting in the top drawer of my desk all the time?
  • Besides, now we can buy more Wii accessories. So we can have friends come play with us.
You'd think that I would not be so attached, though. After all, I can't take anything with me when I die. (Which means I'll be leaving my wedding ring behind, which also saddens me. See how materialistic I am?!)

Maybe I need therapy.

Good thing Tyler loves me anyway!

4 comments:

Brock said...

Sometimes I think it is creepy how much we have in common!! Here is a tip from one pack rat to another... have someone do it with you! When there is someone else there to say you don't need that, then you magically stop feeling guilty. Oh and the person can't be your husband, for some reason it just doesn't work when they do it.
You are not materialistic! You are a concrete memory maker. Some people associate memories with smells, or food, and some people do it with stuff.
Erin

the Rich girl said...

Haha. Erin--you should come to Provo and help me get rid of all my clutter. Just point at everything and say, "Karen, you REALLY don't need this!"

And I like what you said about being a concrete memory maker. It makes sense to me. I mean, when I was in Texas for my Mom's wedding, I cleaned out my old room, and there were just some toys I couldn't get rid of. I'd look at them and think of specific memories I had with them--and specific emotions I'd had. (Like one of my porcelain doll's leg broke, and I remember being devastated until my mom patched it up with super glue.)

Grandma Honey said...

I think you and Dennis were cut from the same cloth. He is so sentimental about things that I have to do most of my decluttering when he is not home.

Yay! to your Wii adventures!!

Brock said...

Karen I would Love to come to Provo and help you de-clutter!!!!
Erin