After a week off from work ive dedicated the majority of the last week to sort my bedroom out. Among the normal day to day chores that everyone else has to do, like sorting out clothes, clearing floor space and neatening up the underwears draws, ive had the daunting task of going through my cds,records,books and dvds.
Id imagine a lot of you reading this are thinking “big deal guy”. To most other people id have to admit i think the same. Id rarely consider myself an exception to the majority in most senses. Im a weird guy who spends most of his time whilst not at work playing with my cat,watching films,reading nerdy graphic novels and “trying” to cook for my girlfriend. Pretty normal right? The only exceptional characteristic trait i think i have in my weird persona is the strange ability to collect an absurd amount of records,dvds,books,tapes and vhs. Its not something im particularly proud of, its just something i cant shake off.
So when it comes down to sorting out all of this shit, it takes time.
Its been about 3 days so far of going through boxes under my bed, pulling things off of shelves, re arranging zines and books, and the worst task of all getting the shoe boxes full of records out from under my bed in a weird self righteous event of sorting out records. i know “holy,fuck. first world problems dick head”.
Everything has finally come to an end tonight with my house mate and his girlfriend ending up in my room for the last 4 hours picking out and sorting the cds and records into ultimate “oh,shit. ive forgot id had this” piles, and “have you listened to this? no? oh amazing, right. this is going on next” piles.
Its been a great night, not only have i somewhat traveled through time in my subconscious to memories of when ive bought records or listened to a band live or “heard this band for the first time when i was 12” kinda moments, ive also had the pleasure to play lots of music to friends and drank beer and all shared a great moment of aural pleasure.
Writing this all now and looking back on what ive written makes me think im weird. I don’t really know where im going with this. I guess sometimes its just always worth going through what you love and what you have every now and again, materialistic or not. Sometimes we all have stuff or people that are around us all time and we never realize they are there at all. Whether or not it be a record, a dvd, a book or just a friend in a book you haven’t called in a while. Going through everything and realizing what you have every once in a while gives you a great feeling no matter how bad you might have felt off at the beginning.never forget what you have, what you own or what you are. all these things contribute greatly to who you and i are. Forgetting all that leaves you nothing but yourself.
"whoa,this guy really writes some self righteous tripe, what a jerk."