I'm the type of person that gets attached to an inanimate object. It's not like I mean to. Whether it is a stuffed animal or a TV, I can't help but feel devastated when it is thrown away or, in this case, given away. I am a pack rat.
I don't let go of things. Today we had our old old old TV taken/given away to one of our friend's friend. It was horrible. As he was carrying it out the door, then out another door, then finally onto his blue and dirty truck, I wanted to lunged on top of the TV and plug it back in for one last show, or two. It has been in our house for as long as I can remember. Actually, I think it is the same age as I am. Like a brother or sister. Like an oddly rectangular shaped twin! What am I going to do without him? What about all the memories that I have made? Playing Nintendo 64, and Gamecube, and that weird Dance Dance Revolution copy game. Yoshi's Story, Soul Calibur, Mario this and that, Harvest Moon, and more! Watching shows, eating in front of it, putting stickers in the upper left hand corner. Gone. All gone. WHY?! One phone call and it is taken away. I didn't even get a chance to take a proper picture with it.
I know later on I am going to forget all about it, and not feel as crushed as I am now, but so many years have been put into this one object, this one hunk of material. So many times I complained about how old and horrible the TV was, but really didn't want to get rid of it in the first place. Attachments. Some people get attached to another person, or a pet, but I happened to get attached to an old TV.
Now all I have worry about is when we get rid of the other one. He is way way way much much much older than the one we lost today. Stupid sentimental value. Pftt...I miss it.
I don't let go of things. Today we had our old old old TV taken/given away to one of our friend's friend. It was horrible. As he was carrying it out the door, then out another door, then finally onto his blue and dirty truck, I wanted to lunged on top of the TV and plug it back in for one last show, or two. It has been in our house for as long as I can remember. Actually, I think it is the same age as I am. Like a brother or sister. Like an oddly rectangular shaped twin! What am I going to do without him? What about all the memories that I have made? Playing Nintendo 64, and Gamecube, and that weird Dance Dance Revolution copy game. Yoshi's Story, Soul Calibur, Mario this and that, Harvest Moon, and more! Watching shows, eating in front of it, putting stickers in the upper left hand corner. Gone. All gone. WHY?! One phone call and it is taken away. I didn't even get a chance to take a proper picture with it.
I know later on I am going to forget all about it, and not feel as crushed as I am now, but so many years have been put into this one object, this one hunk of material. So many times I complained about how old and horrible the TV was, but really didn't want to get rid of it in the first place. Attachments. Some people get attached to another person, or a pet, but I happened to get attached to an old TV.
Now all I have worry about is when we get rid of the other one. He is way way way much much much older than the one we lost today. Stupid sentimental value. Pftt...I miss it.
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