- R. Bruce Logan, "The Narrative Arc"
Hence I had no frame of reference for the following quip, which has been showing up at least once or twice a day for the past few weeks on my Facebook feed:
I also understand about being organized. Not that I am. But I understand the concept.
But this idea of the retention or disposal of items being based on whether or not they give one joy...that doesn't compute too clearly in my cerebral hard drive.
I spent some trying trying to figure out why I can't relate to Marie Kondo's modus operandi before it finally hit me: Most of my stuff doesn't give me joy. I mean, I guess I like most of my stuff well enough to share space with it, but joy? That's an emotion with a lot of propulsion behind it.
...unlike the the rest of the clothes that take up my half of Tom's and my bedroom closet. In truth I see clothes mainly as something I have to put on to avoid going around naked. Every now and then some of my clothes wear out or don't fit right anymore or I get tired of them so I get rid of them and buy some new ones with no expenditure of emotion.
But then there would be a big empty spot in the room.
And so I keep it.
I expect that having not enough stuff can be as oppressive as having too much.
It's probably all a matter of acquiring the right stuff.