Have I Got a Deal for You!
If a scientist could figure out a way to take a picture of the actual bits of information stored in my brain, the photo would be featured on the next particularly horrifying episode of Hoarders.
Those of you who know me might wonder if I am overestimating the amount of paraphernalia in my brain; many people assume there is nothing in there. But I assure you that this girl’s noggin is packed full of information. It’s just that most of it is completely useless to me. Or to anyone else, for that matter.
Actually, that may not be true. I mean, have you seen the useless things that people will buy off of eBay? If you can auction off a dictator, why not a worthless memory? One man’s trash, etc…
If Craig’s list had a category for worthless memories, you can bet I would be listing some things on it. Anyone want to buy the phone number from my first house? That one still sits on top of a pile in my brain. How about the name of my first grade teacher? Or the type of cigarettes my dad used to smoke before he quit over 20 years ago? Why are these so easy to reach when I have to dig through rooms stacked with detritus to find my driver’s license number?
I’ve tried recycling them. Turning them into passwords or tossing them into stories I’m writing. When I tried to name our daughter after my first grade teacher so I wouldn’t have a new name to remember, my husband put his foot down. Inexplicably, I can now remember the name of our daughter’s first grade teacher, 3 years later, but my daughter still gets called by the dog’s name on a regular basis.
I don’t have to sell these junk recollections. I’d be fine with setting them on the porch for Goodwill to pick up. Or paying for a storage unit for my memories in The Cloud.
But, since there seems to be no “approved” disposal site, I’m considering throwing some money under the table for someone to pack all of that trash away to an illegal dumping ground.
Or lighting a match and collecting the insurance.
Anyone looking for some extra cash?