I'm a very nostalgic person and take sentiment to a lot of things (they go hand in hand to me). I basically live in the past/have a severe case of Peter Pan Syndrome (i refuse to grow up because I adore my childhood experiences so much to the point where I day dream about yesteryear numerous time a day. Let's not get started if a scent/sight/taste trigger a certain memory, I dwell on it for a few minutes).
Photos? I have an infiniti of (love snapping images/capturing videos so i can revisit those memories later, i don't believe in living in the moment, I want my experiences to last forever). I'm too cheap to purchase I cloud, but I have all my iphones (dating back to the 4s) and browse through images periodically.
My cd collection is still by my side, things my ex girlfriends gave to me are all special occasions (essentially almost every piece of momento that was gifted to me is dear to me, primarily because I don't get too many - some of them have yet to be unwrapped because I treasure them that much).
If i peruse through my tennis shoes, I can attribute which ones I wore to almost every event/function/date/activity/shindig/vacation etc. dating back the last 13 years (when i started amassing tennies again). This is the exactly reason why i don't resell, every pair means something to me (I can even tell you how I acquired each shoe, when I purchased them and for how much, down to the exact dollar, and i have quite a bit of them, straight hoarder status; it's a mental disorder that i own up to really).
Quite frankly, i'd never sell/trade in any of the cars i've owned. Even though they're just a mode of transportation, to me, they are journey mobiles and every time i step in the whip, (and this going to sound hella cheesy mccorns) I put the volume up to level 27 and just go on daily excursions (driving for me is a luxury and I never take it for granted, especially when on weekends when I treat myself to taking out
thee car that's in the garage). You ever watch Bobby's Worlds? Thats the same with me, driving and my imagination.
Even those frequently traveled paths for me an adventure. Every drive is a holiday road. Once in a while, I'll drive past that bar where I met my ex/great white buffalo and just reminisce.
And that segues into:
Breakups are especially hard for me because I hate letting things go, especially when I work so hard to make them work (i.e. I even save receipts and trinkets from my dates with previous exes/victims - there's a whole box of them in a secret compartment so they're never lost).
Man, there's even a tissue I have stowed away where I wiped my mom's final tears before she went up to meet him.
Real deal April O'Neal... sometimes I feel like my life is just a sped-up vocal sample.
