Duck and Penguin

Graveyard of relationships past

karion:

I hate clutter generally, so I think I know the answer, but my inner, very dormant sentimentalist has no idea what to do. I think I am living amongst ghosts that can exist just fine in my brain, sans pictures or emails, or any other tangible reminders of a relationship that is six feet under, so getting rid of the obvious relics should be a no-brainer. Yet throwing them out, literally or digitally, seems kind of childish and petty as well. It is history, and you can’t erase it, even if you can throw it out.

And therein probably lies the answer. Throw it out, even though you know you cannot erase history. 

I’ve only done this when someone else’s feelings are negatively impacted by me hanging on to it. I mean, some future historian might come along and have to write an essay on your life or something like that.  

 What. Don’t look at me like that. Just you wait, I’ll be appreciated, long after I’m gone.