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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:00:45 GMT -5
Do you ever remember something you threw away a long time ago, and then you get sad even though you don't even need?
I get like this a lot and I don't know why. Like a few years ago I went through our storage building and threw out a bunch of old McDonalds toys and every once and a while I get sad thinking about it for some reason. I never even played with them. They were just junk that took up space, and they're long gone now so I don't know why I get sad about it.
And I think I threw away my Bella Sara cards too but I don't remember. I think I might have put them in storage
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*Ravenpaw*
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*reads books in a corner*
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Post by *Ravenpaw* on Sept 11, 2016 19:07:15 GMT -5
I remember a soft barbie doll I had years ago. I have no idea what happened to it. All I know that it's gone forever. Sometimes I think about it, other times I don't. It's pretty rare that I would be sad about it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:20:06 GMT -5
I feel sad every time I think about my old stuffed animals that I got rid of... I hate throwing things away.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:31:47 GMT -5
I feel sad every time I think about my old stuffed animals that I got rid of... I hate throwing things away. Same... I had this one little calico cat stuffed animal that I had since I was a little kid, and my grandma threw it away because our cats peed on it. It makes me sad. I liked it a lot and now it's in a landfill somewhere, gone forever.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:40:23 GMT -5
one time i threw a pair of strawberry shortcake flip flops out the moving car window when i was having a melt down. i was like 7 at the time but still. i always wonder what would've happened had i not done that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 19:47:31 GMT -5
I feel sad every time I think about my old stuffed animals that I got rid of... I hate throwing things away. Same... I had this one little calico cat stuffed animal that I had since I was a little kid, and my grandma threw it away because our cats peed on it. It makes me sad. I liked it a lot and now it's in a landfill somewhere, gone forever. I think it's sad that stuff "has to be" thrown away. I just hate the idea that something is just all alone in the trash, especially stuffed animals. Like, when I get rid of stuffed animals, I have to remind myself that they're not actual animals. I always develop an emotional attachment to them. When I was little, I would develop an emotional attachment to almost all objects.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Sept 11, 2016 21:10:11 GMT -5
we moved from dallas to austin when I was almost 14. It was very hard for me-- being homeschooled, it was going to be really hard to make new friends since I didn't have the luxury of meeting people through school. My best friend lived next door to us, too. And I'd never experienced major change in my life, so uprooting from everything I knew was a hard shock. We had lived in our house for 19 years.
When we moved, my parents decided to build a house. We moved into a property, but didn't really make ourselves "at home"-- the house wasn't very nice, cheaply made 80's quality, weird layout, and we were going to bulldoze it because we bought it for the lot. After 1.5 years we finally moved into a rental town the street. I kept being told that we'd only be there a year and a half, so again I didn't both making myself comfortable. Turned into over 2 years. Then our landlord wanted us out, because we didn't want to renew a year lease and he wanted to list it during the summer. So we moved into our neighbors for 2 months while they were at their summer home and while we tried to find a more permanent temporary stay (aka our current apartment).
Anywho, the basic point is that I had boxes in my closets for almost 4 years now, never fully unpacked. When we moved into our neighbors', I had to go through my stuff. For the first time since we left Dallas, I went through this big box at the back.
It had the sort of stuff a scared 14 year old would cling to during a sudden uproot of her life. Things my parents had tried to convince me to give away at the time but I was too attached to familiarity and wanted to keep it all. Little animals with magnetic paws that were meant to dangle from curtains. A leather pouch full of broken wax, a candle whose smell I adored. Window decor-- a little cherry and lemon that you stick to the windows for light to shine through and illuminate them.
Seeing that stuff again broke my heart. I sat and sobbed in my room for an hour. It had all seemed so important to 14-year-old me. When I packed it, I was certain I'd get to re-decorate my new room with all the same stuff to make it seem like home. But that never happened. It was packed and wasn't seen again until 4 years later-- greeted by a 17-year-old me, with different interests and who no longer cared for those sort of tacky knick-knacks.
I cried for the girl I used to be. A shock wave went through me, as for the first time I'd recognized how much I had changed since my old things were packed.
I didn't tell anybody about it. I'd saved them from give away for them to end up there anyways.
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