Sentimentally Speaking
Sentimentality is a strange quality in people. On the one hand, there are those who will refuse to part with any material good they own – no matter how old, mouldy or moth bitten it is.
Then there are those who will readily discard of any given item that fails to appease their whim at that certain point in time. There is no consideration of later uses – don’t need it now, don’t need it ever.
It’s an interesting clash of personality – especially when two such people share an abode.
Steve, a good friend of mine recently moved into a flat with a young girl whose sentimental attachment to material goods is comparable to the memory of a goldfish. Steve meanwhile still cherishes the limbless ninja turtles that entertaining him in his early childhood, some 14 years ago.
Now Steve had grown up his life, sheltered comfortably amongst his lifetime collection of possessions, so when he witnessed his new flatmate dispose of housewarming cards she had recently received, it was quite a rude shock.
“What are you doing?” Steve said in a panicked state.
“Throwing out this rubbish,” was the reply.
“RUBBISH!?!” exclaimed an increasingly panicking Steve.
“Yeah, they’re just cluttering up the place,” said his flatmate calmly.
“Cluttering?!, but people bought them for us!, we need them,” cried Steve.
The scene continued along these lines for quite some time, until Steve’s persistent whining eventually forced his flatmate to cave-in and leave the greeting cards.
Despite the meagreness of that argument, the tension that was founded on that day is still palpable whenever a weekly clean-up takes place.
Steve thinks his roommate is careless and whimsical, while his flatmate thinks Steve is still four years old. Nevertheless, in every other department of social interaction – the two get on famously.
It’s funny how too many or too few possessions can reflect so much about a person.
Then there are those who will readily discard of any given item that fails to appease their whim at that certain point in time. There is no consideration of later uses – don’t need it now, don’t need it ever.
It’s an interesting clash of personality – especially when two such people share an abode.
Steve, a good friend of mine recently moved into a flat with a young girl whose sentimental attachment to material goods is comparable to the memory of a goldfish. Steve meanwhile still cherishes the limbless ninja turtles that entertaining him in his early childhood, some 14 years ago.
Now Steve had grown up his life, sheltered comfortably amongst his lifetime collection of possessions, so when he witnessed his new flatmate dispose of housewarming cards she had recently received, it was quite a rude shock.
“What are you doing?” Steve said in a panicked state.
“Throwing out this rubbish,” was the reply.
“RUBBISH!?!” exclaimed an increasingly panicking Steve.
“Yeah, they’re just cluttering up the place,” said his flatmate calmly.
“Cluttering?!, but people bought them for us!, we need them,” cried Steve.
The scene continued along these lines for quite some time, until Steve’s persistent whining eventually forced his flatmate to cave-in and leave the greeting cards.
Despite the meagreness of that argument, the tension that was founded on that day is still palpable whenever a weekly clean-up takes place.
Steve thinks his roommate is careless and whimsical, while his flatmate thinks Steve is still four years old. Nevertheless, in every other department of social interaction – the two get on famously.
It’s funny how too many or too few possessions can reflect so much about a person.
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