I have been rearranging and cleaning out stuff in the house to try to make it easier to deal with, and also in anticipation of the Halloween party (October 24! Write it down!). This is the sort of task that seems really exciting at first and then after I’ve been at it a while it just makes me want to curl up in a little ball and weep.
The obvious trash is easy to toss. The shoes I got for my brother’s first wedding that I haven’t worn in at least five years, it’s easy to throw those in the Value Village pile.
The real problem is the objects that I know are useful or beloved when considered individually, but when displaced from their previous home and gathered together in piles they turn into a Bunch of Stupid Random Crap I Don’t Want to Deal With. I find myself tossing items I’ve had since high school just because I’m sick of figuring out a place to put it. I get tempted to just take a torch to the whole thing and just have done with it.