I woke up one morning in an extremely happy mood. I felt an unusually high surge of energy that led me to start cleaning up the house. Even though I was sharing the house with other people and it was not my turn, I still went ahead and did it anyway. I started in the kitchen. I opened cupboards, off-loaded them and thoroughly washed them. I meticulously began taking the items back to their places and in order, like the good librarian I once dreamed to be. The floors were cleaned and the dishes were washed, including those that dis not belong to me. I was in a natural high, really. I then moved on to the common lounge room and started to clean he carpets. I moved the furniture around in my own version of feng shui. I was quickly back in my room and I started scavenging my overflowing closet. My aim was to sort things out there too. I wanted to separate the clean clothes form the dirty laundry. In a matter of minutes, I had sorted out the clothes and even set aside all the rubbish which had accumulated in the closet. I threw every thing in the dumpster and went on to do my own laundry, by hand as I prefer it to be done.
I realized that I had done a days work before 10;00 am when the dumpster truck came by to collect. They stopped outside my house for rather too long on that day. At first, I did not think much of it. I was also pleased with myself for the airy closet I now had. I leisurely went to my windows to have a look on the street below. There was the dumpster truck and two guys loading some trash onto it. Then they started loading some items which looked rather familiar to me. First it was books, then something green and another item which looked like my case of makeup that I had barely touched and my pink Gucci dress. I stood still and missed a few heart heats. Suddenly it hit me. In an attempt to clean my room and my closet, I had thrown away half my stuff without even giving much thought to it. Those Louboutins were brand new. The dresses were both worn once and I was still going to watch the YouTube videos to learn how to do my own make-up.
Last year I was diagnosed with bipolar mental disorder. Bipolar is a mental disorder that makes gives you extreme mood swings. Most of the times, those mood swings are on the negative, which is why I am often feeling down. Sometime however, the mood swings are high which means that I will be very excited during the 'fit'. It was in this extreme excitement or 'fit' that I had made the decision to clean my closet and take the trash out.Last year I bought a car on impulse, because of this condition. Throwing away my stuff was a bad idea and I knew it. As the rubbish truck pulled away, I ran out the house and onto the streets. I started shouting and yelling for them to stop so I can have my boots and everything else back. I had noticed that the guys seemed to be loading my 'rubbish' on the corner of the truck. Perhaps they knew that it was 'good rubbish' and they could use it. However, it was my rubbish and I wanted to have it back. I continued chasing the truck onto the next street. The truck reached the next collection point and stopped. I climbed onto the dumpster and threw off all that I knew was mine as the rubbish guys exploded with laughter.
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