On Taking Only What You Need From It.

Packing sucks.

Moving sucks.

See the picture to the right--the one where they're smiling and happy? The one where they're not thinking of ways to fake their own deaths in an attempt to get out cleaning their house? Yeah. That one.

It's bullshit propaganda.

NO ONE IS THAT CHEERFUL ON MOVING DAY. Normal people have three empty cans of Red Bull in front of them and are kind of twitchy and are ready to snap if they find EVEN ONE MORE GODDAMN DVD after they've already taped up the DVD box. Or, if they're slightly troubled (I say 'troubled' because it sounds nicer than 'fucked up') like myself, they're already drunk at 11 am, because they found that bottle of Crown Royal they were too drunk to finish on New Year's and remembered there was Diet Coke in the fridge and so figured, Hell, maybe that'll take the edge off of this whole ulcer-inducing process. Or, at least mellow out the caffeine/nicotine buzz I've been riding all morning...

Every time I move, I resolve to simplify. To cut back on possessions, to minimize, to only take what I need/can carry. And that philosophy serves me well... For about a week. And then I'm back to collecting. I've accumulated more shit than any person in my situation could ever possibly need.

And you know, I think I might be alright with packing and cleaning and the whole moving routine (and trust me: by now, it is routine) if I were moving to someplace I wanted to be. But I'm moving to Billings, so I'm not excited about the move, which makes it hard to get motivated. And I'm not going to hop on the bandwagon and declare that Billings is Satan's asshole, because it's not. I've been to Satan's asshole, and it's in Washington. But Billings is definitely Satan's lower back, or maybe his upper thigh, and I'm not thrilled about the whole thing.

At least twice today, I found myself standing perfectly still, staring at nothing, simply because I was too overwhelmed to function.

And I'm up for round two tomorrow. My plan is to listen to "Kids" on full volume, on repeat, until my subconscious learns its lesson and I remember that stuff is just stuff and I don't need more stuff . Or maybe I'll just finish that bottle of Crown. We'll see.


"Kids" by MGMT