Since I worked 11 hours today, and since I sleep on an air mattress in my dad’s place, did the dishes and watched two hours of 24, I thought I earned a little relaxation time.
For about a year and a half now, I’ve really tried to make an effort to be a minimalist. A minimalist by my definition is someone who has very few things. I think this is a Buddhist, but I don’t want to get confused or piss anyone off. Minimalist is fine, and I’ve taken the liberty of providing you with a link to the wikipedia page here. It’s pretty interesting because it talks about art stripping down to it’s most basic form. But all I’m really thinking about is how I can’t remember anything, too many papers confuse me, and I have a bad problem with keeping and holding onto crap as it is.
After my grandfather died, we went through a lot of his house’s things and saw how much someone accumulates. I don’t want to leave anyone with anything to go over after I pass. Maybe cancel a haircut (which won’t happen because I’m balding), or maybe dinner reservations. No, both those things are good. Maybe cancel my nurse aid who wipes my butt since I’m too old to do it myself. Yes, that’s all that will need canceling when I leave for that big air mattress in the sky.
Now I’m moving into a studio and I have to get rid of more of my crap. Good, lets throw it all out. Half the time I don’t realize I’m missing it anyway. It’s a great thing about having no memory -you don’t remember the projects you start so you won’t miss them when they’re gone. I just tell myself that if it was really important to me, I’d remember it. Except books. I like keeping books because they make me feel smart since my brain doesn’t. This new apartment has bookshelves and in some sadistic way I bet you it’s the reason we decided on the place. Because some shmoe decided to make a little bookshelf, I decide the place can’t be passed up. Another brilliant mode of thinking by Adam. Meanwhile, my gf (who’s moving in with me) is a packrat to the Nth degree (is that how you say it?). I wonder if maybe she’s worried about loosing her memory cause she’s pretty sentimental for a young girl. How can you be sentimental for something that happened this morning?
I just don’t want to live in a messy place.
