A dingo ate my ambivalence

18 July, 2008
Rat Fink

Two nights ago, I sat in my cute little office/parlor, working on my homework assignment for class (this week it’s Monteverdi…trust me, you don’t want to know). Well, I lost my big pencil eraser. Couldn’t find it anywhere, although I had just used it. How’m I gonna write music without an eraser?

Well that just made me mad. I stormed outside to the porch swing, where the Thriller was having a cigarette, enjoying the cool of the evening. I shattered his reverie by ranting to him that my office is in such disarray, I can’t find anything — even that which I had used only minutes ago.

“Why can’t I be like you,” I whined. “There’s so much crap in my office, and your office is so neat. You know where everything is. I can’t even find an eraser I had two minutes ago.”

In his wisdom, he replied reassuringly, “Well, I think in minute details. You are a big-picture thinker. And a lot more stuff can get squeezed into a big picture.”

Ahhh……

He then offered to help me tear down my office and put it back together again. I took him up on it. Trouble was, I couldn’t decide. I couldn’t decide what to keep, what to throw out (“Oh, I don’t know…I might need that 8 x 10 piece of cardboard someday…”). It was infuriating. My ambivalence, my indecision. I was traumatized.

Seeing my spinning wheels, Thriller suggested I separate things into three boxes: things I use every day, things I use somewhat regularly, and things I hardly ever use. The “hardly ever use” stuff was thrown away, recycled, put in the Goodwill box, or stacked in the eBay pile. (He did the throwing away; it was too painful for me to even watch, even though I pretended to be completely suave and cool about it.)

But you know…after the initial box went to the curb, I started to feel better. I mean a lot better. I was actually not feeling like I’d thrown out important stuff that I was going to need tomorrow because isn’t that just the way things go around this place. Yay!

I don’t know how it happened, but I felt renewed — free. Like someone or something came into my house and took all the baddies away, and isn’t it just a brazzle dazzle day ?

And now I know where everything is.

Now you just have a dandy Finkday.

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Mathew
Mathew
18 July, 2008 4:17 pm

Didn’t we just discuss flying over the cuckoo’s nest?

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Mavis
Mavis
18 July, 2008 4:46 pm

Didn’t I tell you that you would feel better in an organized space?! Isn’t breathing wonderful? ;0)

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Mathew
Mathew
19 July, 2008 12:24 am

Yes, and turns out they have a nice padded circular room here for you too!

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Brandon
Brandon
19 July, 2008 12:33 am

Wow, wish I could do that… I’ve tried countless times to organize my space. It usually lasts for a few da– um, hours(?), then its back to chaos again… Oh well. I suppose I’m a “big-picture thinker” aswell. ;)

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