Spring Cleaning

27/Mar/2021 | Conversations with myself

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"It's been a while..."

"Too many of our conversations begin that way."

"I am aware."

"So, what have you been up to?"

"Oh, this and that."

"That's... forthcoming."

"You are my subconscious you know. You already know things."

"And yet, here we are. Talking. What's your point?"

"Nothing. I can't win with you."

"You mean you can't win with you?"

sigh

"So, what have you been up to?"

"Well, this website has taken a little bit of my time."

"It's come out well, even if I say so myself. Though, you've spent more time on it than I thought you would."

"Thank you. And yes, I have. But I think it is in decent enough shape. I intend to fill it with stuff now. Not to mention, I've been writing some technology stuff."

"I noticed. You've done well. What else?"

"Well, I've been cleaning."

"Your mother finally got through to you?"

"Hmm. But also, it was overdue. And in many ways, necessary. Took me four days. Of procrastinating, arranging, re-arranging, reminiscing and disposing of stuff. I feel like Marie Kondo."

"Did anything spark joy?"

"If I could throw you away, I would. Or atleast your sarcasm."

"Well. So, thoughts?"

"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

"Look, will you tell your master your thoughts, or not?"

"I don't know. As with most things, my thoughts are a messy jumble. Not a very coherent logically arranged bunch."

"So, unlike your wardrobe and drawers?"

sigh I dislike spring cleaning. But it had been 5 years since the last time everything was thoroughly cleaned. Maybe longer since I cleaned it, what with me being away and everything. I have come to realise I am a bit of a hoarder. I should clean more often."

"A hoarder?"

"Well, perhaps not a hoarder. Just a lazy user of available space. There was too much stuff that just was there because I couldn't be bothered to spend 5 seconds to think about where it should go. So it went in a "pile" that kept growing bigger."

"So that's changed now."

"Yes. Well, at least for now, I know where everything is. I intend to not let it fall into disarray again."

"A noble thought. Similar to other noble thoughts you've had before."

"I hate you. Anyway, I think I did good. Cleaned out a lot of crap, got a bunch of documents digitized, and let go of a lot of memories. Kinda got me thinking - the world is spring cleaning right now..."

"Woah there!"

"Yeah. I mean, think about it. We've all just come off a terrible year. Most people have had to reevaluate their lives - throw away a lot of their preconceptions. They've had to focus on what is really important to their lives. At least some political lunacy has righted itself. A lot of systemic prejudices are being fought against in places. Hopefully, this is a trend that continues."

"Hmmm..."

"There's a reaction!"

"What? You have me thinking!"

"Imagine that. My subconscious is thinking!"

"We all know how rare that is..."

"You know, maybe I need to spring clean you as well?"

"Huh?!"

"Yeah. My subconscious needs a spring-cleaning. There's too many useless, outdated, possibly even subversive and deleterious thoughts in there. I need to look at all of them. Marie Kondo the eff out of my head. If a thought doesn't spark joy, chuck it! Make space for happier, uplifting thoughts."

"I was only joking about 'sparking joy', you know?"

"Well, I am not. I need to figure out how to spring clean my head. So you better start sparking joy on the regular!"

"..."

"..."

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