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To: Gauguin who wrote (55257)	8/27/2000 2:10:54 PM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

Yeah, it's odd how these experiences can cause you to suddenly decide to lighten up...go gypsy... travel light... If it won't fit in your backpack...heck, you don't need it. I have been experiencing that for quite some time... I am, by nature, a collector of objects...not expensive things I might add...well except for some art and pottery... but no, we're talking things like bird's nests that have fallen out of trees, pieces of wood with bracket fungi growing on them, chunks of limestone with fossils in them, kites, puppets, photos..... well...you get the idea... house is full of this stuff... but then you have this "lightening-up-conflict".... haven't really come up with any suitable answer yet... don't actually think there is one....

To: Gauguin who wrote (55257)	8/27/2000 2:15:02 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Yah, THE STUFF. Way back when, when I knew I was going to be homeless sooner or later, probably sooner (sometimes the dye is set, ya know... it's coming, it is, and ya might as well adjust), I took to giving things away, and selling the rest for next to nothing. It's not like I could take it with me. Figured someone might as well enjoy it, and what did I care? Hell, I was going to the streets. What was a stereo to me, or a favorite necklace? Back then I was never suicidal, not being at the point of being "that tired" yet. It was still an adventure. But a dear friend cornered me one day, all worried I was suicidal. She'd read that giving things away was a sign of a suicidal person. Preparing, ya know. I thought she was strange, didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Heck, I was just trying to make things simpler. Might as well.