Monday, July 14, 2014

Skeletons in the closet

One thing that I have always had a problem with is letting things go. For that reason, I tend to be a hoarder. All of the things I have collected have meaning in that they are tied to some memory or the other. Part of me is terrified that if I lose these things, it will be as if I had never had those experiences, since I will not have the item that sparks the memory.

One specific example of this is that I have collected t-shirts that no longer fit or are damaged to the point of being unwearable. From someone with very low standards in terms of what they wear in public (food-stained t-shirt and pajama bottoms?) that is saying something.

So I decided that if I uploaded pictures of these shirts here, I would have a place that would remind me of the stories that go with them. I like to think of this as one of my "be smarter, don't work harder" solutions.

The first shirt is from UMD. I got this shirt when I went to an event at the Catholic Student Center. This was the first and last time that I ever went there.



The second shirt is from a MD basketball game. I think it was sophomore year, but I might be wrong. They only had larges, so I wore it as a tight shirt while one of my friends cut and tied hers into a smaller size.



The last shirt is the most recent. I got it at a metal festival in ABQ, NM. I tore the front of the shirt because of a mosh pit the same day I bought it. You can see the tour location on the back.


 (This entire post was to work up to this joke. Skeletons in my closet....haha)

I'm glad I got to leave this small part of my life journey here. Makes me feel like I'm in a Brandon Sanderson novel.

Song of the Day: Betty Who - Somebody Loves You (Oddio Visual Remix)