I met with my friend tonight, and told him when reading his blog I did briefly get angry at him. Socks and undies are consumables - just like shampoo and such, I think these things should not count toward his 100 things. This is not to say I think he should have any one more item than he wants to, but I honestly wear out a pair of socks or two just a quickly as I got through a bottle of shampoo.
In regard to my friend, about two and a half years ago, his marriage ended, and I told him something along the lines: "I love being partnered off, but I envy you, because as painful as it is right now, you will reach a point where you're through the pain, and you will be so entirely free and open to possibility." Do any of you know that point, after a break up, when you've finally healed and your suddenly able to see that you can basically do anything? That's such a joyful feeling to come to, especially when hard won. He's there right now. I'm proud of him for making it to there. And look at how he's taken that freedom and manifested it. It's poetic.
I've come to a point where I have too much stuff. Having not been a particularly stable person in the past, I moved around a lot, and with each move came a natural purge. Now, having been in the same place for almost five years I have accumulated too much. Being both creative and resourceful, I can easily imagine how to repurpose most things. So the basement is full, and I'm itchy to clear it out. To put things to use, to give things away, throw things away... I'm not much for extremes anymore, so I'm not going to boil it down to 100 things, but I'm going to draw major inspiration from his challenge. There are things I value because of their supreme functionality, but then there are things that I value because of their sentimentality. When it comes to the latter, the memories and meaning are mine regardless of the material items I attach them to. So what's with all the crap in my basement? Further examination is required.