I received an iPod for Christmas. I was so against them since they came out. I don’t know, something about an electronic device being almost worshipped by the masses kind of creeped me out. I never would have bought one for myself; however, I now that I have one, I have scummed to the craze and use it constantly, so it’s a great gift. (Thanks Dad!) Anyway, Mr. W has given me the basic knowledge needed to get by with iTunes, and I’ve recently discovered Pod-casts, so I’m busily importing my entire music collection, browsing iTunes and Amazon MP3’s, and searching through seemingly millions of pod-cast to find just the right ones to pique my interest.
This all brings me to a much bigger dilemma than surrendering to the lure of the iPod cult.
Exhibit A:
This is my computer desk, or should I say, this is the stuff that is hiding my computer desk. This is a representative of the rest of my world. Sadly, I only really notice this unholy mess while I am importing my cd’s. How’s that, you say. Well, it’s like this: (maybe this will give you a small insight to how my brain actually works). As I go through my cd’s, I find things like Montell Jordan, Paula Abdul, yes, even the Backstreet Boys. And it hits me, I AM MY MOM! I have become a pack rat. I have all these cd’s and can’t recall the last time I actually listened to them. I don’t even want to put them on my iTunes, yet here they remain, in my house, in my clutter, in my world just taking up space. Rappin’ 4-tay, the Vengaboys, Ricky Martin. These are all ghosts of the life I left behind SO long ago and have no intention of returning to, EVER, yet I keep them. (here is the link in my brain…ready) So I look around, beginning with my desk in front of me, and realize that it’s not just my music, it’s the whole place. No wonder it’s so cluttered! I keep EVERYTHING!! Why? What logical explanation is there for keeping crappy knick-knacks, and high school prom glasses, and Air Force regulations? Why keep Missy Elliot, and Coolio, and Shai? Once again music represents a part of my life.
So today, armed with my big empty tubs that I keep around just in case (ha! how ironic is that) I will go around my house and purge, purge, purge.
Of course, some memory will be triggered by some old crap and I won’t actually be able to get rid of anything, but it will be a valiant effort, I swear!
