This evening, i came home from Gaelcon, and for some reason launched into the room clearout that i've been humming and hawing about for ages. As i was going through my wardrobe and cupboards, digging out clothes i haven't worn in years, in some cases since before i moved into Seamount 4 years ago, i found myself getting really emotional. Some of these shirts i wore at important times in my life, but i couldn't see myself ever wearing again. It felt like ditching old friends, part of my past. It's manifestly the right thing to do, the things are just hanging in the wardrobe taking up space, but i was actually tearing up at the thought of throwing them out. It confused the hell out of me, i mean, these are just clothes.
So i thought about it for a while. These items are tangible links to my past, things that i can look at and touch, and that will for a brief minute will help me remember a happy time in my past. My memory is absolutely atrocious, so any help it gets is gratefully recieved. What i came to realise though, is how much i rely on past good times to feel good now. Remember When works fine for a while, but after enough time passes, it gets boring. It needs constant replenishing with Lets Try This, and Ooh, This'll Be Cool and even occasionally We're Gonna Get In So Much Trouble For This!
I just wish i'd managed to figure this out about myself about 4 or 5 months ago.