today I lost a bag of clothes for dry cleaning. whenever I lose something, that thing becomes the most important object in the world. this bag of clothes had been sitting in my room (or wherever it was…I can’t remember) for more than a month, neglected and often forgotten. Dry clean clothes are a bitch with each top costing around $3 each to clean in our area.
and so….
I turned the room upside down, few tears here and there, sobbing, crying, asking God why I am being punished and my poor boyfriend rifling through a week’s worth of trash (with gloves) just to appease my neuroticism. Sorry, I love you.
I don’t know where it went or where it could have gone.
The title above is actually the search phrase I entered into google to find some kind of relief from this petty upset. I was trying to find the spiritual, philosophical and emotional importance of losing an object (in this case a bag of clothes for dry cleaning).
Tell me God - why did thou take away my bag of clothes? Did you want me to shop some more? Is it a sign of some sort? Will something enter my life in its place?
I am petty and childish.
Once I had lost my studio space in Virginia, which was replaced in 2 months time by a studio in New York. That’s another story…
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Correction: I only went through 3 days worth of trash. A full week’s worth would have been too much for my delicate senses.
; )
update..i did find these clothes…they were with the dry cleaners….