Today was good. Really good. There's something strangely empowering about going through your stuff with a mindset of getting rid of crap. It lets me pretend that I'm an elitist snob: You? You're crap. I have no use for you. You are beneath me. I don't even know how you got in here in the first place. But maybe I'll offer you to some of my friends and family because they aren't too good for crap like you. . . Nice. Huh? But it was a good experience for me. When you go through your stuff, you tend to stir up some memories. It turns out I have a lot of good memories. Makes me glad to know that I haven't wasted my whole life. . .
I found some more job postings that I'm interested in. So after the treadmill tomorrow, most of my morning will probably be spent writing cover letters and feeling uncomfortable because I'm trying to sell myself. But once I've successfully sold myself, that's when I'll start feeling the self-esteem rise again.
I have a lot of change. I mean I have five jars full of change. It's funny because I recently owe z-man some money, and I now have more than enough to pay him back in full in quarters. I think he would really enjoy handling that many quarters~. So maybe I should do it.
I'm not going to mention it every time I do some yogalates or run on the treadmill anymore. They're both pretty much fully assimilated into my daily routine. So I think it's probably unnecessary to keep bringing it up. I'll only mention them if something mentionable happens.
I'm grateful for memories and Heroes (20).
First of all, long live the tilde!!
ReplyDeleteSecond of all, you owe me money? For what? And don't think that this memory lapse absolves you from paying me....
(and paying me back in quarters would most certainly NOT be appreciated - I don't live in an apartment anymore, you know)
Never mind. My lovely wife figured it out for me. Duh.
ReplyDeletez-man: heh, you made a laundry joke.
ReplyDeletez-man: well, I kind of always suspected you weren't really the brains of the operation. If it weren't for your wife, I'm sure the police would have caught you a long time ago (yeah, that was a lame joke that maybe only you and your wife will get).
Very funny ~
ReplyDeleteAll I ask is that the next time we're together, don't stand so close to me, OK? I don't think I could endure so much hilarity in such close proximity.
Yes, I know, a lot of words for yet another lame joke. The question is - did you catch it??
Your humor~ is beneath me.
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