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10.4.06

i almost feel like i'm bulimic.

after bringing two giant boxes of clothes and shoes and stuff to the Salvation Army fairly recently we were putting away laundry last night and i cannot believe how many fucking clothes i have. i feel the need to purge. violently. i still have all this crap. why should it be so hard to get rid of? how has it all managed to get into my closet without my realizing it? how many times have i moved all this stuff? is it greedy to save it for a garage sale next month before visiting the Salvation Army again, if i am a consumerist bastard with an income well over the poverty line and cannot even pretend that i might need the dollar i could maybe get for that ancient, yet still highly functional, pair of sneakers? and if i have a new pair of sneakers and plan to never wear the old ones again, and they're obviously old and grubby and have Seen Their Day but continue to be basically presentable, are they decent enough that the Salvation Army even wants them? At what point do the mud-encrusted river sandals become un-donatable, seeing as how i could probably scrub them off if i got a new toothbrush? is it really okay to just throw things away? and how can one tell, if one has an old pair of cutoffs, if someone might be able to put them to use, or if they should just go to the county dump, especially if you see people wearing entirely less appropriate things? there were two hurricanes here last year. but at what point does it become beneath their dignity to accept certain pre-owned items? and how can i know if it's rude to even ask? my inner envirohippie far prefers goodwill to contributing to the actual trash. but some things just have to be condescending. tags:bad quaker, bulimic consumerism

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