I’ve been living in some sort of mess since the past 6 months. The place was far from being clean and was slowly turning into one of those cliched guy-apartments. Things were “kept” at ease. The carton boxes were kept on one side as I wanted to induldge in some DIY in my free time. Frankly speaking, there was a lot of free time available at my disposal. I’ve never felt this lazy in years. Sorry, being lazy is a wrong choice of word, it was more of being at supreme rest.
That’s how life was. With lots of boxes on one side of the hall and empty pizza boxes on the other.
And then, my sisters ended up visiting my place, just for ONE day! Actually, less than a day. And Bam! It all changed. Those DIY dreams were trashed and sent over to the terrace. They are still sun-bathing, btw.
Anyways, what the whole reason for writing is to explain to you about those empty carton boxes and my life. Yes, sorry for the long background. But the, that’s me. I have this constant urge of explaining things!
I could have thrown those boxes long back. Knowing very well that I’m not going to do shit! But then, I have a problem of not being able to let go of materialistic things. Probably people too, but that’s a revering thought for some other night.
I have this habit of collecting garbage. Literally.
Even old clothes, which I know I won’t fit in, still take space in my cupboard. Can someone please come and steal them ?!
I love nostalgia like the average retard, but sometimes I take it to the extreme. Just for that one moment of “Ahhaaa.. those were the days”, I still have all my scrapbooks and a lot of other silly stuff. Why? Good question.
Even my Computer drive is filled with Article drafts for years, even when I’m pretty sure of not completing those outdated topics to write.
I guess I’ll have to dive a little deeper to find reasons for my stupidities. What say ?