Things I get unusually attached to

I’m writing this mostly to prove to myself that I’m not the only one who does all this shit. If you relate to any of the below, please let me know, I’ll feel better.


As of today my closet is five bags lighter. But let me explain how I got there. Not only do I love clothes and buy them every chance I get, I also keep them for an atypical amount of time. I think I got this from my grandmother, who is known for not throwing things away unless it is absolutely necessary. That’s how I know all the clothes I wore as a baby, I’ve seen how “cute” my baby-shoes were and I know what beautiful notebooks my mother used to have in high school. And now I do that, too. The worst part is that when you hoard clothes for years, you kind of run out of storing places. I took one great step today, got everything I haven’t worn in at least one year and got rid of them. I took them to the Salvation Army (which was a weird experience in itself). I feel better knowing that it’s their problem now.


Cute ones. From all over Europe. But also, some unfortunate ones, bought on a whim from some corner shop, which I couldn’t bring myself to throw away. Anyway.  It’s something about white pages and pretty covers that makes me swoon and I’ve managed to gather quite a collection. It’s my (sometimes quite expensive) guilty pleasure and my weakness.

Digital photographs

This is actually quite tragic. I hate deleting photographs, I don’t know what I’d do if film would be the only way to go. I’d probably store mountains of film rolls  until I’d eventually get squashed by them. And I’d probably be a star on “Hoarders”. But really, I always take more photos than I have to, so I end up with residue. I usually go through them 3 or 4 times before I can delete about 20% of the total, and then I save the rest of them for “future use”. Because you never know when I might need to show someone this photo (I…I don’t even…). There are currently 13,077 images on my computer and even though I have no comparison, they still seem too many.

And in addition to the embarrassingly bad pictures I also keep all the RAW files, ever since I realized that RAW is teh shit! That’s why every single photo I take (including family vacation photos, obviously) has a larger sister with the same name, but with a .nef extension. Just so you get an idea, I made an animation of some of the photos I took of the sky from my room window, in Romania, which for some reason, I find fascinating. They are at least 4 years old, pretty much identical and mostly shitty. But they’re there, nonetheless. I’m sure there is an even bigger folder on my computer called “Sky” or something similarly ingenious but I couldn’t find it so I had to settle with these 68 masterpieces.

I’ve already scheduled a clean-up. It’s for Futureday morning.

PC games

Gosh, these are the hardest to get rid of. I always think “But what if I ever want to play it again?”.  I only remember deleting Roller Coaster Tycoon 1, but that was only after I got my hands on RCT 2. Also, I’ll never forget that time when my mom “accidentally” (so she says) deleted my Sims 2 along with all the expansions – those were hard times. And just so you know, I don’t only play shitty games; my Assassin’s Creed games will only die when my laptop does and that won’t be very soon.

Useless memorabilia

This one’s the worst because it takes up the most space and it’s just…nonsensical. I collect bus tickets, metro cards, entrance tickets to museums, postcards, interesting flyers I find (I really like these, it’s a shame I don’t have photos of all the pretty things I’ve gathered), notes I’ve taken, things I’ve written. Sometimes I do throw them away, when I feel overwhelmed, but still, the pile never grows smaller and I never learn.