I’m back. Both to blogging and to well, life. Boards tend to have that effect on you. In my last set of Boards, I was so confident I had done well, I went and got my nose pierced, I spent every day out and then KABOOM. Doing well in Boards turned out to be a fun little fantasy I’d built up in my head. So this time, Ive taken it to extremes. Before I had the time to spend every day out and find another part of my body I would allow to be pierced, I came home. And am currently reveling in fully-stocked fridges, squishy cushions and nothing to do all day. I am so confident I have not done well, I have chosen to forget I am in BMM and have chosen instead to look ahead to a life after graduation, to a future I haven’t decided yet. I have disengaged from my life.
Apart from furniture. My mother and I have found a new exhilarating hobby which involves building/assembling furniture. Admittedly, the wooden bookshelf we constructed over the weekend, is a little wobblier than Id like, and my mother managed to accomplish a feat few manage – breaking extremely sturdy wood. I think two of my mothers favorite movies, The Karate Kid and Kung Fu Panda should take the blame for this. Nonetheless, the bookshelf in all its glossiness, stands – wobbles – proudly and my mother and I have our eyes set on bigger (when I say bigger, I mean over 6ft cabinets) and greener pastures. For those who love me and my mother, pray that our next wobbly construction doesn’t collapse on top of us – making my mother and I more wobbly than Id like.
I noticed it during Boards and I’m noticing it again. I was always a little eccentric, but recently I have become decidedly unhinged. I have developed a phobia for throwing out things. I packed a suitcase so filled with things to throw, that I forgot to pack any clothes. I spent the weekend throwing out towels and bed linen, much to the dismay of my mother (bed linen marks one of the great loves of her life). I spent the next day ripping out pages of notebooks and throwing them out too. Today or tomorrow I plan on throwing out cosmetics and other such products that claimed to make my life oh-so much more colorful. It didn’t by the way. While my aunt calls this phobia decluttering, I call it mental. I don’t throw things, I hoard. I collect pretty boxes, just to keep junk in. I never know when I might need something, so I hoard. Now I’m throwing away with a frenzy that would alarm me if I wasn’t so busy throwing.
Throwing out things gives me a sense of relief. I like to think that its leaving me space for the excitement of post-graduation. The excitement of new people, of new cities and new continents, of a new shiny life. Then, when I give myself time to think about it, I realise I’m throwing away most of the excitement of my old-current life. Since I cant decide which is more important, I throw. And then I gulp down mugs and mugs of green tea. Ah, peace. I’m going to become a green tea-ggie. I’ll inject myself with green tea all day, I shall wear baggy green things and adorn myself with tea leaves. I shall walk around with green flasks filled with green tea and shall save the world from eternal doom, by pouring it over people or inviting them in what shall be known as a "sit-and-sip".
See what I mean by unhinged?