the thing

see, here it is:

i have too much shit.
i try to get rid of it, herd it, contain it.... it's an uphill battle that i have clearly lost.
a lot of it is worthless, sentimental, broken, too-small shit. and yet, it remains...

i won't lose that 15 lbs that would make it fit again
i don't forsee any event/occasion in the next year for which i might need that sort of shoe/dress/handbag
i haven't read it since i bought it a year ago
i haven't unpacked it since i moved here
i haven't eaten it since i bought on a whim during an ill-advised trip to the grocery store while hungry

why do i hang on to this shit? what gene am i missing that controls the throwaway impluse?

the thing is: i have too much shit. that's the thing.