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Date: 23 October 2004 13:54:27
O.k. Done then. A huge declutter of the bedroom. I'm afriad the bedroom had slipped off the daily tidy routine. Well, everything had slipped off actually. Cleared the clothes all over the floor, both clean and dirty, got rid of the pile of half read books, chucked out the sheets that don't fit the bed etc.
I went through my expanding file and chucked a bunch of stuff out. I read some of my school work. Most of it was really crap, (but with definite signs of insight and talent!) Honestly, I do not know how teachers cope having to read hundreds of assignments like mine. They were full of gross generalisations totally unsupported by evidence. A bit like this blog really... I don't really know if I can say that about the chemistry assignments because I couldn't understand what I'd written. I don't believe I did write them, although I couldn't have gotten someone else to write the tests, which had similar little pictures drawn on them, apparently correctly.
I threw out postcards that I received every second day. I threw out the love letters that turned into arguments as they were passed back and forth under the desk. (I said, 'No.') I threw out the poetry full of teenage angst and rebellion. Man, turbulent times growing up. I hadn't remembered the stories attached to these things for years, and now that they're gone, I guess I will never remember them again. I felt ... mmm...yuk today. Just this sense of not being right hanging over me. I thought maybe I shouldn't be chucking all this stuff out, or maybe I should never have kept it. Maybe I was just remembering.
So I guess that while you are not your stuff, your memories may be attached to some of it.