How To Throw Things Away

Joey Michaels on January 31st, 2005
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I want less stuff in my life, but I also hate to get rid of things.

I have come across a surefire way, though, to get rid of a ton of stuff and be able to use the closet for something other than hiding half eaten food when a lady comes over to the house.

Specifically, I have developed a self-destructive bent. When I am really mad at myself, I look for clothes that I used to love, but haven’t worn in years. Instead of keeping them because I am nostalgic, I think “it is my past self’s fault that I am the fat fuck that I am now and I hate him for it.”

Thinking this, I’ve been able to throw away nearly all of my clothes that were over a decade old. Actually, I brought them to Goodwill with the hope that the hate I have filled them with will soon be shared with the poor and desitute.

Sometimes, I look at my hands and blame my past self for them, too. Then I get worried.

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