The prompt comes from a list generated from 642 Things to Write About. The number was picked at random by Juliette:
#57: Things I should throw away but can’t
What followed was a short text discussion on possibilities. J thought of larger, metaphorical items, like guilt. I replied, like I could ever get rid of that. It’s like old Windows applications that are no longer useful but are buried so deep in the operating system that they could never be extricated without fucking the whole thing up.
So here is my non-metaphorical list of small things I should throw away, but can’t.
- a collection of small glass bowls I bought at the dollar store to float decorative candles in during my 40th birthday party
- my dad’s full set of James Bond 007 novels. They are slowly disintegrating in that way that old pulp paperbacks do, and I can’t get past the sexism, mysogyny, homophobia and racism to read them through again. yes, I know they’re indicative of a time period, but it doesn’t mean I really want to visit that time period.
- photos from wedding #1.
- video from wedding #2
- my journals written during bad times
- a pair of red kid gloves from when I was very small
- the pink gingham dress I wore on my first day of kindergarten
- my old buckle boots that are now too narrow to fit my feet
- a collection of cheap earrings, bracelets and pins from my bad old days
- my mother’s old nursing cape. I wish I could wear it but I am a bit broader in the shoulders
- a hundred or so cards sent to me by my beloved during our rocky courtship
- old photos from working in bars and restaurants, of events and people I don’t remember
- the black leather mini skirt that I will never fit into again
- the expensive hand cream that makes my hand turn red and feel like they’re on fire
- the bubble bath that makes me smell like I’ve doused myself with old lady perfume
- 2 USB headsets that don’t work
- several computer games on CD that won’t run on anything later than Windows 98
- a few hundred CDs that I have already converted to mp3 files
- a crate of stained glass panes and a tool box filled with all the necessary equipment in case I should ever decide to get back into stained glass again
- a small bible given to me by someone when I was small. It has my full name stamped in gold on the black leather cover. It carries no significance or meaning for me whatsoever
- books on programming languages that no one programs in any more
- a vintage black dress with the broken zipper I’ve been meaning to fix for a decade
- liners for motorcycle jackets that were left in Australia
- silk ties I picked up because I liked the designs but will never wear or use in a craft project