Stupid, little things that shouldn't matter
I don’t think I’ve ever quite stressed out so much over such a trivial homework assignment. I have a two-page response for my ENGL 210 class due Friday, and I was so determined to at least get a substantial amount of it done tonight, that I started stressing out when I couldn’t concentrate or figure out where to begin. If this is what I’m going to be like over a stupid response essay, how the fuck am I going to handle the numerous amount of papers that will be going my way in the next couple of months?
So last week I lost my scissors. Nothing life threatening, I know. But deep inside, it’s irritating the hell out of me. I can’t seem to find it in this damned apartment. My roommates have laughed off this problem of mine, because they were, after all, just a pair of scissors. A child-sized, small pink-and-purple pair of scissors. Which is exactly why this loss is bothering me.
I am such a pack rat. I keep everything if it has any semblance of personal and sentimental value. I tend to keep things I don’t really need, like packaging and boxes of really expensive items I have bought (like my iPod mini — I think I still have its original packaging). As for this particular pair of scissors… well, it is a pair of scissors that I have had in my possession for roughly 12 years. That’s nearly half my life. A perfectly functional pair of 12-year-old scissors, and I have misplaced them somewhere. And I am freaking out over it. One of my roommates actually bought me a new pair of scissors today, since I have pretty much whined all over the place about how I can’t find these pink scissors. I don’t know, is there anybody out there who can actually properly sympathize with me? It’s an object that I have carried with me through childhood and adolescence, and now it’s lost somewhere in a living environment that I don’t even live in full-time. I’m not losing that much sleep over this pathetic problem, but it still bothers me to the point where I’m whining about it here on my blog. That in itself is pretty pathetic.
September 7, 2009 @ 9:19 pm:
I have my iPod mini’s original packaging. And my iPod mini went kaput a few years ago, so that I still have the packaging says something about how much of a pack rat I am. But I certainly empathize with losing something you’d had for a long time — it’s not even that I need to use it, it’s just for my peace of mind, and that I like knowing it’s there if I need it. I do hope you find that pair of scissors! New ones just aren’t the same!