i'm probably going insane
Chris once told me that I have an addictive personality. I didn't know exactly what it meant at the time (I mistakenly thought that people became "addicted" to me... oh what a blow to an ego finding out the truth was...), but it becomes clearer with time that basically it means I'm a psycho.
I'm not sure how well I hide it, but I'm a completely neurotic figure. I'll go on these random binges of whatever captures my interest in the short-term ... my life has been defined by these little storms of activity.
I found myself at 5am ... cleaning. It started off first with taking out all the old coke bottles and taking the trash out of my room. Then I decided to reorganize the cables on the far table in my room. Then I decided to reorganize the cables under my computer desk. And then, well you can imagine... it became a full-blown clean-fest in my room.
I'm not sure how many guys do this, but I have a "box." You know how guys refuse to clean out their wallets because of the sentmental value of receipts? My box is a larger version of that (although I don't put receipts in there - I noticed that receipts tend to fade after a few years, which really sucks. This "box" generally contains items of sentimental value to me - birthday cards I've received in the past, photos with friends, past relationship stuff, letters, trinkets of memorable value (from a trip, for example) etc. Every item in my box has a story with it, and I generally have a good enough memory to remember the story and my mentality towards the world at that time. I ended up spending about twenty minutes going through that box and reliving the past, and it made me feel good. (Speaking of which, how many guys also do this?)
It was much needed, because things haven't been too well lately - but it's nothing obvious. In the past, I always could pin it on something - whether it was stress from the job, or personal problems with people, or just an unhappiness with where my life was going ... but I can no longer put my finger on it. There's just an undercurrent of uneasiness right now ...
In any case, I'm not really sure why I'm writing this post. It seems to serve less of a purpose than the usual crap I post. Oh well, it's time to get started for work now!
Have a wonderful Friday, everybody!
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tabbygirl
my brother has a "memory box", similar to what you have, but he calls it a tool box because...well...it was a toolbox.
miniangel
As for the box, I've only seen guys with a pack rat characteristic that keeps boxes of "sentimental" stuff. But if you think about don't guys have variations of this, like it doesn't necessary have to be a box of mementos but what about trophy cases to remember past victories/tourneyments and like hunters who put animal heads on the wall to remember past hunting trips, isn't that kinda the same thing? Or maybe not XD
Leedar
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Also, if you have something you call a "memory box" you are also a fag, not that there's anything wrong with that.
It's one thing to have a box with those types of items in it, but if you specifically call it a "memory box", well you get the point...
roy
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