Name: Nicholas Noyes
Hood: SoCo (ie South of Columbia, aka west 100's)
Dimensions: A generously appointed bedroom closet - perhaps 9 ft high, 3 ft wide, and nearly 2 ft deep.
The Rub:
My bedroom closet constitutes a link between my early adulthood and my current self. Because, somewhere underneath last summers tropical shirt, and a fairway bag full of paid bills and credit-card solicitations, there are bags full of crap I scraped up from the floor of my old closet when I moved into my current apartment nearly twelve years ago.
And beneath that, I'm convinced, at the bottom of it all is box containing a folder full of useful information given to me during Freshman orientation, six cool looking beer caps, and a party tape of Joy Division, Mission of Burma and the Human League all of which were packed up when I left my dorm-room the first year of college and have been toting around every since.
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The middle strata is full of good intentions (plastic storage cubes with neatly folded clothes which were lost to me as soon as they entered the closet) and bad deeds (holdalls full of dirty laundry from the mid-nineties).
Added wrinkle: The closet contains the shut-off valves for our
bathroom, and so the closet must be (partially) emptied under the bemused eye of the super anytime plumbing work happens in the bathroom.
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Nothing wrong with this closet that a pitchfork & a garbage can couldn't cure.
Don't get it ... he just needs to clean out some stuff ... no fundamental flaws like many of the other closets I've seen ...
so true.
a little self-discipline is all this fellow needs.
Perhaps you are all right. Perhaps all I need is a little therapy, a little tough-love (er, tough-disdain?) from the group and I'll be able to put away childish things and move-on.
All you need is a weekend to go through it and get it cleaned out. It's not scary, it's just work... Start with the clothes, and then sort through the boxes and bags while listen to that Joy Division tape. If you haven't looked at those papers since your last move, you probably don't need them.
If you're looking to replace that Fairway bag, I buy one of those plastic accordion things each year and sort out my bills into one and my receipts into another smaller one. I keep two folders on my desk to put new mail and receipts before I sort 'em. I don't know who told me to do this, but it works nicely.