I seem to collect random stuff.  I have tshirts from middle school.  Not cool ones with unicorns but ones that say I was an honor student.  Is that lame?  I have all my old Zoobooks.  I still have the Fear Streets that I read.  I have buttons from when I worked at a movie theatre in college.  I have bathing suits from when I was a lifeguard. . . I was 15!  I have every ticket stub from every movie I watched in the cinema from the year 1996 till 2005.  That's a lot of tickets.  I have a plastic braclet that was given to me at a hot spring in Washington State so that I could get a towel from the staff.  I have so much stuff.  After living in poverty in a third world country (that global south again) I now feel embarrassed to have so much stuff.  Sometimes a kid only has a tuna can and a condom for toys.  I am affluent.  I gave him the used tuna can.  Sometimes I wonder about myself. 
I am cleaning everything out now.  Everything must go.  I should nothing that cannot fit into a compact car and be driven away.  Time to clean my house, my stuff, and my conscience.
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