Just ruin it. For real.

I ruin my stuff. Especially my clothing.

Obviously I try to keep my clothing nice, but my lifestyle alone ensures that my stuff‘s gonna end up with paint splatters, bleach…I mean, I might use my shirt to block my lipstick onc my shoes are gonna be like…ew all the time, and here’s how I view all of that…

When I was a kid, I had a lot of stuff in my room, like stuffed animals, figurines, books, and whatever. I mean like she ra toys, my little pony, stamps, rocks, fossils, books, whatever.

Then I left to go to college and my parents turned my room into a spare bedroom slash computer room.

They took all of my stuff and put it out in the storage room. I remember going out there some years later and like digging out all of my stuff and it was just so weird to me to see all of my little treasures had like faded or whatever. The pages of my books were brittle, had aged and yellowed..

Squirrel.

Speaking of yellow.

If you haven’t read The Yellow Wallpaper, go read it asap. For reals. Writing about yellowed paper made me think of that story, and there’s like an old short film on YouTube somewhere.

Anyway…it was the first time I realized, or fully grasped rather, the concept of aging. I mean, things degrade and break down over time. For instance, I had this Barbie and the Rockers set of dolls that I loved, and my California Dreams Midge, and my Barbie Poodle, and horse Dallas, and well, lots of Barbies that were always naked or whatever but anyway…

We always think that stuff’s gonna remain pristine and untouched and all that and it does not. Material things are gonna break down eventually.

I mean, if I’m driving by the beach and I want to go play in the water, I will. I don’t care if I have on high heels or “good clothes.” If they get wet or messed up, I don’t care because it’s just shoes I mean, obviously like I want to have nice pairs for when I go somewhere to be presentable but at the same time… I mean it’s not like they’re a museum piece.

Although I would probably wear museum pieces to the beach not gonna lie

My grammar in this js ew my bad.

Published by Mèduse Athénaïs

I make things because I am Artist-ish, animator-ish, musician-ish thanks to being an ADHD Squirrel. I’ve been building a world and writing a book about it since 2000 which is ridiculous I know, but Squirrel. I tried to learn DnD but I can’t really finish a campaign because I keep squirreling into making characters such as but not limited to: a lost pigeon leg, a can of raid, a shoelace from 1882 and so on. I have a day career which is not artistic, and despite this, it is a career that I am madly in love with and, well…I wish there were more hours in the day. Other hobbies of mine include laughing at inappropriate times, taking deep dives into random subjects, watching birds, and sewing messily because I don’t have time to perfect or fix it, so.