You know that good book/better movie Fight Club? The one with the fighting, Brad Pitt, Penguins, and support groups? Yeah, I like that movie. It speaks to me in a poetic language that makes me want to buy everything at IKEA and then give it to goodwill the next day... maybe I should explain.
I have tons of stuff. Way more than I know what to do with. I was just living with it for a long time; keeping it in closets or under the bed. Then I saw a picture in one of my parents 80's era architecture books of a bedroom that had windows, blinds, and a Japanese futon. That's it. The simplicity drove me to go threw all of my old junk and put it in bags to take to goodwill, and all I could think while I was doing it was Tyler Durdan whispering in Jake's ear about all of the stuff he didn't need. In the moment I'm performing a catharsis on my life; removing all of the unwanted emotions and sentimental possessions that I wont remember in ten years time. Six dresses, six pairs of underwear, two pairs of shoes, two coats, and a watch. That's all I need.
At the same time I'm rebuilding my computer room. It's the room I live in. My safe haven for alone time, but it still looks like my old nursery. I went to look for bookshelves at IKEA, but instead I wanted to buy a new chair, lamp, rug, art, desk, blah, blah, blah. That stupid Scandinavian furniture makes your house feel so empty and all I needed was one more Sherpa sheep rug and my life would be complete.
Then I buy the shit and do my catharsis a week later. "Do I need a sheep skin? No...I have carpet floors." And there it goes, wwooossh, into the trash basket.
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