Monday, October 20, 2008

My Stuff

I was and still am a huge fan of the late George Carlin. He always had a bit about something and nothing at the same time. His favorite bit to me was about stuff called "A Place For My Stuff". You can read the rest of it here, but George was dead on with his insight...

"That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That's all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk around all the time. A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you're taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody's got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff. "


Looking at my apartment living room, I have piles of stuff all over it.
 
Ever since the move last Monday, I've been going through boxes and bags, crates and totes of stuff and a lot of it. We are talking at least six years of stuff that has accumulated since my return to Savannah in 2002. Old Christmas cards, compact discs, restaurant coupons, numbers of women I would never call if I was sober, those kind of things. I never realise how those things after time stack up and take over your space. Before you know it, you've got magazines, old jeans, video tapes, a beat up old black and white TV you'd said you'd fix up years ago and then some. It's like a mountian of stuff you have in the corner of your house. It's Mt. Stuffy.
 
My problem is the fact that I am a collector. Sure, some folks would use the term "pack rat" or "horder", but those folks are different. With a collector, you can at least see part of the floor you're walking on. A "pack rat" is one of those women you see on Oprah with stuff packed to the ceilings of their neighbor's house. Those are the ones who saved the banana peels from the forst time they had breakfast the day that the Beatles performed on Ed Sullivan, then cry for Oprah to please help them clean their lives up, then Oprah gives them a new car. Okay, I should try that on Oprah.
 
But no, I am a collector. That means that everything must be together in a neat place and stored correctly as one day it may be worth something to someone. I do it for my comic books, most of my cd's and my dvd's. The rest just get chunked in a box like my old Hot Wheels and action figures, cassete tapes, cell phones that have gone out of style every six months and other stuff. It just piles and piles and there is really nothing you can do about it.
 
The past few days has been sitting down and going through every peice of stuff I have and trying to figure out is it worth keeping or worth throwing away. I can proudly say that my apartment is slowly going from a stuffy place to a place with space. The piles are getting smaller and smaller. If I need it, I'll move it to the closet. If not, to the dumpter it goes. As for you Greenies out there, there's noting much to recycle. Old magazines are going to a friend of mine at work, the old cell phones are being given to a local phone store in town and the clothes are going to Goodwill. So look that up and hug a tree.
 
The whole thing is kind of funny to me because it's the first time years I have even looked at most of the stuff, so why I even went through all the hassle of looking into it is interesting. But I would guess that the best way to figure out how you live in the future is looking back at your past and going from there. The moment I'm done with my old stuff, I hope that I'll be able to create a new, more expensive pile of stuff to stack up in my apartment. You know: HDTV, XBox 360, 250 gig laptop, espresso machine, a Roomba. Now that's the kind of stuff you want in your home.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

But it's still just STUFF...