Archive for September, 2014

We Can Forget It For You Wholesale

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014

I wish there was a way to unremember something, a way to wipe away a memory so that it never appears in one’s subconscious again.

A way to go back to being blissfully ignorant, believing that the way things are is absolutely fine.

Because you just don’t know any different.

It makes me think of the movie Total Recall (and I’m talking about the Arnold Schwarzenegger version here, thankyouverymuch) and going to someone to be able to remember something. But in this instance you’d be going to someone to have that memory completely erased. Gone forever. *poof*

Although, frankly, that sounds an awful lot like a frontal lobotomy… :/

Yeah, I Know, Right?

Friday, September 19th, 2014

Fuck.

Fucking fucker.

I’m so… I. Can’t. Even.

Nope.

*insert mass of frustration-laden, nonsensical gobbledygook here*

Eating An Elephant

Sunday, September 7th, 2014

I’m thisclose >< to losing my mind over this chaotic mess of a house. Something’s gonna give very, very soon — and I can only hope it isn’t my sanity. I really don’t WANT it to be my sanity. :P

The problem is I’m too overwhelmed by the picture as a whole. I haven’t yet learned to break that picture down into smaller, more manageable chunks. Rome wasn’t built in a day, as they say, and to take that old saw further, order cannot be created in a day, either.

Small chunks!

One drawer at a time. One cupboard at a time. One box at a time. It has to be done this way, or it just won’t get done. I think the only preliminary work to be done is to set up a donate/sell/recycle/trash station somewhere in the house and each time a cupboard or drawer or box is cleaned out and sorted, any of the appropriate contents can be put in those containers.

I just need help reminding my brain that it CAN’T all be fixed in one day. It’s just not possible. This has to be a medium-range goal and it just can’t be anything else. Period. So today I think I will find some boxes or containers to set up said station, and then begin the seemingly unending task of sorting out life. Because I can’t deal, otherwise.