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I had to stay with my mom a few weeks ago because she had surgery and couldn't do anything. And I found that she'd thrown away a box of things I'd left in her attic. Letters that were important to me, and things I'd written to family members in case something happened to me and I didn't get the chance to really show how much I cared about them. She said she threw it away because it didn't look like anything. I can't understand it, how something that's something didn't look like anything. When my mom dies and I find things she wrote and left for me and my sisters and her grandchildren to read, should I say, Well this doesn't look like anything, and throw it in the trashcan? It happens all the time. I can't let anyone around my notebooks, friends, girls, whatever, they throw them away. I complain, and people say it's no big deal, forget about it. But that sounds horrible to me. And some say I should have saved things on a computer if they were important, which sounds even more horrible.
That's why I try to have a Mad Max mentality, just accept that nothing is going to last, and so I don't need anything or anybody. The only way to live is to let everything go. But I find a hard time doing it. That must be why Max is Mad.
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maybe if you'd have been dead she'd have read them first and cherished them...or just though fuck it and throw them away anyway

i keep saying i'd write some letters for after i've gone but can't be bothered. i'm hoping they'll already know i love them, they should, i tell them so every day. if you do another box of stuff write on it in big letters, [really really important stuff, DO NOT THROW AWAY] that said if i'd have done what you did and it was dumpstered, i'd have felt similar to how you feel.
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It's kind of hard telling people who make you miserable that you love them. Because then they're going to know that they can get away with making you feel miserable.
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You have every right to be outraged. Paper is recyclable.
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No. If I love my family, I have to put up with their shit. And I do love them, but I'd rather be an out of work bum who beautiful women don't take seriously than admit that my emotionally abusive family members are right.
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I cleaned my brothers room once and put all his important things in garbage bags cause they were large enough, he seems to have gotten along okay since
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I forget things I write through a crowd of chaos. Every time I don't care the Furies seem to come. I have to care against my will or else. All those unconscious processes too, and three, and a hundred and hundred and one and a thousand, more. All those processes swarming round about my ego-center. The part of my brain that functions my digestive system gains consciousness and gives me shit for things I did years ago.