Today has been eventful - tossing away junk, packing my stuff to move out, preparing a new life. Plus, dealing with my hoarder grandparents and getting covered in motor oil.

As if life wasn't complex enough, I am like most people - I buy stuff both out of necessity and also because I want it because it appeals to me. With no appeal, I have no reason to own such stuff, as it would be clutter. However, as sad as I am to admit it, that is the case with me.

I was up all night, literally until somewhere in the 5AM range because I was too busy sorting out my junk, packing it for when I move back home. I'm hoping it won't be too long before I move back and have around-the-clock access to the internet once again, but I've thrown so much of my stuff away, all of the useless stuff I either don't use or that I don't see myself using anytime soon or in the future. It's all gone, dude.

I've spent the last couple of days with my dad, sorting stuff out for myself in the employment-wise side of things and also on the living arrangement side. Boxing all of my crap, figuring out what'll go where, how I'm going to organise it all. This'll tally up to Move Number 3 within the span of just over a year, which I'm not so thrilled about. It's bad enough being a migraine-ridden insomniac with anxiety issues, but this is daft.

If you live in a house with obvious hoarders or know what it's like to be around those who hoard, then you'll know it's an all-new level of insanity that is sure to test you wit and tolerance simultaneously. No matter how much junk I toss, I still end up with more stuff in my way constantly. I don't buy stuff at all anymore, so that's not the reasons. It's my guitars that are the problem. I literally sleep in a bed with guitars in both soft and hard cases at the header and footer, and it didn't dawn on me until last night when I got home that I had ten of them; two in pieces and already at my house and eight rooming with myself where I'm staying.

Oh, my... My guitar addiction has gotten ridiculous recently. I love them so much, but they are the one thing that makes me nervous because there's nowhere to store them at home until the room is extended and finished. You can't put them in the loft because the humidity through the different seasons will get the electrics damp and ruin them entirely to the point they'd have to be scrapped and redone, which is an expense I can do without. Then there's the matter of our puppy husky, who has a tendency to be mischievous and to chew things that people like. If she chews one of my signature guitars and ruins them, I'm making no promises on me not turning her into a onesie.

I'll figure something out, but I want it noted that I'm definitely far from comfortable leaving such collectible and expensive stuff laying around my house where I've got an all-chewing fuzzball of a puppy running around. Nothing is safe from her since we got her, and I know dad's not happy with it, either. If we had storage lockers around where I live, then I might be able to see about it, but there aren't any, as far as I know. I can't really leave them with anybody, either. All of my friends moved away years ago, and the only ones I still talk to are people I've not heard from in ages, so leaving my stuff with them isn't happening.

On the bright side, most of my issues are gone, today I've spent my time clearing the remaining clutter and I've tossed out an old turntable that was a bit shagged and was taking up most of my space, being useless and ugged up. Wish I could come home, put life back to the way it was and then be able to chill for a bit without worrying about a single thing but my music and finding a job to occupy me and to keep me in strings and equipment. I want this nightmare to end and I just want to come home, where I should have been from the start.

Lordy, Lordy, help me, pwease. Pwease, sir, I want some more. Let me sit down for five minutes and drink some Earl Grey while my records play and I can enter my own world of nirvana where I'm isolated from this worrisome land of the living. Are you there, Moira Brown? I could use some of your original mannerisms right about now, and maybe a drink of Nuka Cola Quantum with some Fancy Lads Snack Cakes. Take me away!

Comments

[Final fantasy forever]

Sounds like it has been stressful of plenty

Have some Nuka Cola dark