Cleaning

I was cleaning out some of my room today because I move across the country in two days. I'm coming back after four months, but I'm moving into a new place, so when I leave on Tuesday not much is going to change by my hand. There was more stuff then I thought there would be, but less then one would find in your average room after 19 years of living there. At least I would imagine so, I'm not exactly the type to collect stuff. Actually as I write that it's interesting how I can now clearly see my two main collections, that being a rough two dozen ties hanging on hooks that were not designed to hold ties and are probably damaging them because of such, and my hundred or so Archie comics. I don't think there was actually any overlap in when I was collecting those, my sadpiphany(an epiphany which brings sadness) that Archie comics are actually terribly written came before my love of ties, which really didn't start until I started having a reason to wear them, so by that logic it must have been sometime during the ballroom era. I'm still not sure whether or not to say that era has ended, the AG (who is the reason I'm moving across the country by the way) says that she wants to get back into dance when we move in together out here, which I suppose I'm all for, I did love it at the time, I'm just wondering about costs and time. I'm fully expecting to be low on cash, which, honestly, will be new to me. I've never really been in a point where there's something that I needed and could not afford. Plenty of wants, but I've learned to largely ignore those (I'm fairly sure this is part of the reason that the concept of a woman finding me attractive is largely baffling).

Right, so that was a large digression, but hey, that would seem to be my writing style when it comes to these posts. Chances are pretty good I could write more if I simply just sat down (well, not really sure you'd call what I'm doing sitting as I'm currently half propped up in bed) more often to write, but as nobody really reads this, I'm okay with that. Hey, a digression about a digression, fun. Anyways, about the cleaning, two things struck me as kind of interesting, one was the vast amount of batteries I had collected, must have been at least two dozen of them and I'm really not sure why, they weren't even all in the same place. And the second is that of pretty much all of the pictures I had laying around I had almost no idea of who they were of. Faint recollections of when they were from, summer camps mostly, but no real clue as to the owners of the images. Was weird to look at them and think "well, at some point these people must have known me well enough to let me take a picture of them". I don't exactly make relationships easily (and I uphold them even worse), so it was interesting to see all of these pictures of seemingly random people. Though, I suppose there's not much point looking into it as it was mostly summer camps and it always seemed like very short term relationships is what they were mostly about. Though, I suppose I've also been bad at gauging just when a relationship was over, or really how to renew an old one. I can think of maybe three people I knew in some fashion who it would be nice to still be in touch with if I had the social adeptness to figure out how to manage it. Pretty sure one of them wants nothing to do with me, though I could never figure her out. Which is kind of funny as she spent all of her time chasing a guy she could never figure out herself. Of the other two I never really did have much of a relationship with one but always found her to be pretty awesome and the third I did have a friendship with but it was rather casual in how much we actually hung out. Actually, I think I only miss the first one in how interesting she was, it was always kind of odd hanging out with a person who I was well aware didn't care about me at all.

Not entirely sure any more what I was really intending to write about. I think it was just the pictures. I've still got more cleaning to do, and then I've got to get all of the stuff out of the hall and back in to my room in some fashion, hopefully a compact one. I think I've thrown out more then I've tossed into the "others might want" pile. What I actually want I could easily put into my back pack. I suppose this could be taken as a sign that I should clean more, my room even looks a little bigger now. Oh, one interesting note, found a pair of shoes in my closet that though I had thought I had grown out of them years ago they still fit. Odd.