I'm sentimental so I walk in the rain

I really should be less sentimental.
My room is filled with old dusty stuff. Every year, new stuff accumulates and every year I'm learning to give things up.
(Ohmygosh, this brings to mind so so many Disgrace quotes)
I have been holding on to those pretty erasers for ages and I finally threw them away last year...but I couldn't resisting keeping that beetroot eraser. I know what you're thinking.

I keep a big black box that the prefects gave me as a farewell present in Sec 2 and it's my "Happy Box"- it's filled with notes, letters, my badges, the wrapping of my first (and only) floorball stick, my... earplugs from my MRI. (Stop laughing at me!) Okay, now that I have blogged and realized how ridiculous this sounds, I shall purge my room of sentimental but impractical stuff. That's a resolution.

I need to be able to press on the "Delete All" messages for my phone's inbox without feeling a pang of regret, I need to be able to delete emails from antiquity (I exaggerate but I'm young so it does seem like such a long time ago).

But... it just seems to pleasant to trace the arc of history, or my history at least, to see the path I've taken and how far I've come. I was this paranoid IP1 wondering what the future held, and hey, it all turned out to be fine. I've emails tracing the beginning, the process as well as the end of a friendship, and they really are valuable to me. As Dr Seuss said, Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." Of course, when I go into philo mode, I'll never fail to bring in Kundera. I nod furiously when I read his books such that I look like a bobblehead doll, especially when I read on buses. He says that friends are functions of our situations and I guess at one point in time, personalities may fit like...enzyme-substrate complexes. But eventually, experiences may denature (Ok, bio analogy stops here!), I mean, may mould people differently such that some people don't click as well as before. But how does that destroy the friendship? True, the friendship was short-lived but at that point in time, with that particular circumstance in one's life, it was beautiful and why should the outcome rob one of what once was?

Those emails are a reflection of what I once was- I never fail to laugh at my immature self, and they are evidence that I have grown richer in experience and have matured which is really comforting, in a way.

Still... I blow off dust, I wipe off rust. It's time to move on. The future beckons.