6. Trim down the college dorm cups, utensils, plates, and decorations
Last weekend I weeded through all of my boxes I haven't looked through since I packed up my dorm room in Theta two years ago. By my estimates I decided to sell about 1/3 of my stash. What follows is just some of the thought process behind the monumental feat.
CAUTION: If you find logic in any of these arguments, you may be a hoarder.
**A stack of 10 Concordia Alumni cups**
Me: Leave Concordia behind...sell
Me: Oh, but I worked so hard to get all of these.
Me: Don't promote Concordia for free...toss them
Me: But they were so useful!
Me: TOSS!
Me: ok
(however, now that I consider it, I should probably take them back and use them as paint cups!)
**A box of toys**
Me: You're 23 years old...sell them
Me: But how cool would I be to have these in my classroom?
Me: You need a classroom first
Me: But I can use these to build relationships with my future students! I can't replace this stuff!
Me: Fine...keep them
Me: Yesss...score.
**A can opener still in its package**
Me: Sell it
Me: but wait! It's still new!
Me: you got it from the dollar store
Me: but it's new!
Me: exactly...so sell it
Me: but...but...but
Me: Sell.
Me: Fine. Hmph.
(I later found a second can opener in my stash and stowed it away before I was convinced to part with that one as well)
**Two teddy bears in a bag**
Me: Sell
Me: Wait...I don't think there's any more room in the sell box
Me: I can always make room
Me: But look at the bears...it looks like they're hugging in the bag...maybe they're afraid of being sold (flashes of Toy Story come to mind)
Me: .:sigh:. they are kind of cute like that
Me: AND...I have room in the keep box
Me: Ok, fine. Score one for the cute bears.
**Two crosses made from palm leaves**
Me: Toss
Me: You can't just throw away a cross!
Me: Why not?
Me: It just seems so anti-christian!
Me: Get over it
Me: Think about it...there are countries that won't even let the word of God touch the ground and you're going to throw the symbol of our saving grace in the trash can?
Me: Fine...sell it. Maybe someone will buy it for a dime.
...a few minutes later...
Me: Can I keep one?
Me: No...where will you put it?
Me: I don't know. My bible?
Me: Sell them
Me: But..
Me: Just look at it as having 20 cents instead of 10. Not only did Jesus save you from sins, but he can also save you from debts one dime at a time.
**Plastic Pink Cups**
Me: sell them
Me: They're perfectly good cups! Paul might want to use them!
Me: Seriously...PINK cups. Would you want him to want them?
Me: But what about when I have kids? They need plastic to drink out of!
Me: We're done with this discussion.You're selling them.
And somehow through all this self-talk I got the task accomplished! On to something new this next weekend.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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I go through the same thing every time I try to clean things out. The bad thing for us is not only do I keep anything remotely sentimental or future-teacherish, but Jesse's mom takes great delight in being able to pass ANYTHING on to us that she doesn't have room for in her house ("Look! This was our tape dispenser when Jesse was little! Now you guys can have it.")
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