Deleting Things

I’ve never been much of a don’t-need-this-don’t-keep-it person. More like no-mom-this-is-an-important-piece-of-paper DO NOT THROW IT AWAY!  Not that I’m one of those middle-aged weirdos who store trash in their houses or something, I just cling to material things that carry memories and feelings with them. Such as notebooks, clothes (especially clothes) and theatre bills. It’s understandable,  isn’t it, wanting to keep proof of a rainy day you spent inside writing in your diary feeling totally content with your life or that evening you went out with your friends and ended up portraing each other on the napkins of that pizza place and getting belly ache from all the food and laughter.
But what about the bad feelings? The fights, the sad days, the breakups….oh, very much the breakups.
Isn’t it positively annoying just how much stuff there is left of a relationship even after you’re through? You can get old over deleting all those good morning text messages, depending on how long you’ve been together. But it’s even worse to be forced to look at that framed picture of homecoming on your bedroom wall every single morning and not getting a text.
So I say take the darned thing down -your hair was totally out of place, anyway- and bring out the drama queen in you. You can even have a little  party for yourself, cleaning your room and phone and whatsoever from all the evidence; this could even be fun!

Oh. Not that over it? Well, then do it quietly and with the appropriate amount of sad lovesongs as a background. I promise you’ll feel better afterwards.
How I come to speak of it? I’m deleting bad selfies right now and I have to say it’s impressingly deliberating. Just Push Delete and be happy how much better you’ll look in the pics left!

Love,
Rosy Smith