Play this song while you read my post.So I think I have an obsession. I feel I first need to explain that I don't get obsessed over much. I can honestly say I am pretty good about not getting overboard with things, and I do honestly keep everything on a healthy responsible level. Hell, I can't even smoke cigarettes right. But I can't stop buying Stephen King novels. If you don't know me, you won't know that I work in a(n awesome) Library. I am surrounded by books. Every day. Every time a Stephen King novel comes around I dance inside. No one knows this, however, my bosses are kind of embarrassed of me I am sure. I always do a little jig and go a bit overboard with enthusiasm. "It's a Stephen King novel!" Inside I am like (*!!!!!!!!!!!*) I bet my boss is sick of hearing about it. So how far does this obsession go, you ask? Well let me tell you! I have a collection of all of his movies. If I have not seen it, it's in my Netflix queue, or in my DVD collection, or in my Amazon cart as we speak. I probably own every book. If I don't, it's because I haven't heard of it yet, or it hasn't circulated out of or into the Library for my purchase. I have an upstairs bookshelf that is 50% Stephen King novels. I will seriously buy them in paperback AND in hardback. Just to say I have the "special edition". I have only read some of them. My all-time favorite movie is Pet Sematary. Tied in first is The Shining. What is scary, is that before I made this list and blog post, I actually didn't know how serious my addiction to Stephen King actually was. Sigh. I never ever saw myself as a super-fan. Of anything! I have always been way too cool for that. But alas, I have succumbed. To the ever-weird and ever-strange man who is just like me - Strange, odd, and sees the weird in everything. And the song? Oh my God! How much it speaks to me, and resonates in my soul. It's so utterly beautiful, creepy, and delightful. The movie as well. I guess I have a real problem. Or maybe you do. Because you don't get it. BUT - Stephen King does. Do you love him, too? Tell me about your Stephen King fanaticism in the comments! (And listen to the whole song. It's wonderful.)
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Play this song while you read my post.Have you ever looked in your closet and thought, "Oh my God. I have nothing to wear"? And it's not really the fact that you have nothing, but more that you have way too many items in your closet to even think about how the heck they match or go together in an outfit. If you are like me, you stare and stare at the clothes hanging there, and start to feel a myriad of crazy feelings about getting dressed. I call this, "Clothing Overwhelmia". *side note, I am not and will never be the person who picks my outfit the night before. Don't even recommend this to me! I have tried it. For some reason I prefer rushing around like a maniac in the mornings, and this is usually before I have even had my morning coffee. Eh, at least I show up to work dressed? I recently acquired some hand-me-down clothing. I was so grateful for these clothes, because for one thing, I was not able to get to the store and buy anything new, and for another, these were some expensive and nice clothes, which was perfect for work. But the bags of clothes kept coming. And coming. AND coming. I ended up with 30 bags of clothes. Some of them came from my best friend, who is a businesswoman, and her clothes were awesome for my job as a Library Clerk. Score! Some of them were from an acquaintance, and were way too small, or skimpy for my liking. Bye! Some of them were from my Grandmother, who recently passed away. She had style! I kept most of those. By the time I was done sifting through the bags and piles, I had not even realized how many items of clothing I had accumulated. I'm a super busy woman. Not only do I work as a Clerk in the most awesome Library ever, but I also own a Tour Company. So this makes me so busy I don't always have time to do things around the house, like... um... laundry. So it's time to do laundry after it's been a couple of weeks and while we may have cleaned some undies and some towels and socks... ya know, cause, we need those every day... I realize HOLY CRAP. Where the HELL did all of these clothes come from????????? I have clothes in my room, on the floor, piled three feet high. There are clothes piled up in the hamper, to the brim. There are clothes in our guest room, filling every corner, and overflowing in baskets. We have clothes on the floor in the bathroom, recently discarded for showers. There are clothes in my car. There. Are. Clothes. In. My. Kitchen. I think we have a problem here. So I know what you're thinking. How could I never notice all of the clothes have accumulated like that? Well, of course I did! But when your BFF, and awesome G-Ma have given you their clothes, how can you just throw them out? It's not like it's easy to look at Gramma's shirt and say "oh I don't need that". You kinda feel obligated to try and keep some of it. But the harsh truth, that for some reason has been too hard for me to accept, is that I do not NEED these clothes. I did not pick them out. They don't fit me. They are too small, or too big, or ugly, or not my style. Some of them, yes, are awesome. I can keep those. But I am finally realizing, this is not cool. My house is overrun with clothes! I can't move two feet without meeting a monster pile of clothes I will never wear! So this week, my goal is to bag everything up, and take it to the local charity. So why do we do this? Why can't we let go of stuff? It's just stuff, right? Well, yeah. It is. But what about that collection of baseball cards you have kept since you were 7 years old, that sits in a box under your bed? Or what about those old photos of your exes, that you just won't throw out (I burned all of mine)? And I just know some of you hang on to that old pair of jeans you wore before you had kids, that sits in the back of your closet because there is a part of you that just *knows* you will be able to wear them again. Yeaaaaahhhh..... So why won't you throw these things away? I think we fear that if we throw certain items away, we will lose the memories attached to them. We will offend some cosmic energy of the world and it will fragment the memories of these events attached to these items. We create this sacred feeling over the items, and it becomes a part of us. What I have learned in my short life, is that it's just stuff. Those memories will never go away. And it's okay to keep one or two of those items. It's healthy to want to hold on to what matters to us. But when we go overboard and we become obsessed with keeping things that really do not serve any purpose but to take up space in our homes, we begin to see how this can be a problem. This makes me want to go on a rant about how people are also like these clothing problems. *Cough* I won't, though. Then you know what I did yesterday? Yeah. I did it. I bought new lace leggings, and cute black shoes. Yep. And it's the first thing I picked out myself in a few years. It made me realize I need to get rid of what I don't want, and buy what makes me feel good. So this weekend is operation get rid of shit day! Yes ma'am. Now I am gonna go play World of Warcraft and pretend the mountains of clothes don't exist. At least, until tomorrow. Mom, this video is just for you.I'm not really even sure what this means, or if it even means anything.
But. I grew up with a mother who was a Germophobe. If you are unaware of what that means, look here: germ·o·phobe ˈjərməˌfōb/ noun noun: germaphobe
Yeah. That is my mother. I can honestly say, she may never have realized, or admitted to this. However, as a Virgo, it really meant something to me. It resonnated with my heart and soul. It was everything inside of me. Ya'll know that saying "Cleanliness is next to Godliness"? Well, I am a Goddess, and I am the cleanest Mother***er you will ever meet. EVAR. Do you know why? She always made me wash my hands. She obsessed over if something was clean enough. She worried about me dropping things on the floor. She always made me wash before, after, and during dinner. She was more than obsessed about what I put in my mouth. She still, to this day, worries about what the health content is in every single item of food drink or mineral that touches her lips or mine. Don't worry and don't fret Mom, I love you, and I am happy for my phobia of Germs. I think with or without you, being Virgo, I would have worried non-stop about it. (read more on Virgos, we are naturally obsessed with being clean) On a daily basis I wash my hands about 20-50 times, depending on what I am doing. I wash books off, any time there's a slight bit of germs. What's wonderful about my job is it is a requirement for me to wash, sanitize, and dust on a normal basis, all of the books shelves and items. I cannot express how much this supplies relief and happiness to my germophobic soul. However, I TRY SO HARD SO. HARD. To not give a shit. Because of this, I force myself to believe in the 5 second rule. (BECAUSE THE MYTHBUSTERS TOLD ME I WON'T DIE. UGHHHHHHHH) However, that doesn't mean I am not thinking about all the bacteria that could be swarming the toast in just one second of contact with the floor... You smell funny. Let me get my Lysol. You seriously smell weird. Have you heard of the shower? Speaking of this... My husband gives me crap about my 20 minute showers. Someone PLEASE tell him that is NORMAL! Especially for someone who is obsessed with soap. I love soap. |
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