Last night I began the daunting task of cleaning my room. Half the time I was just sitting there looking at stuff I'd forgotten I had (because that always happens when I clean my room, it's like OH LOOK AT THESE PICTURES I FOUND UNDER MY BED AND LOOK AT THIS PIECE OF PAPER THAT I WROTE STUFF ON WHEN I WAS SLIGHTLY INEBRIATED THAT ONE TIME) but the other half was actually productive. I threw away old papers, an empty Cheez Its box, I organized my important papers that had been strewn randomly throughout the room, and I filled up a bag with "clothes to donate."
While I was putting the clothes in the "donate" bag, I thought of this extremely accurate ecard:
I put things in the bag, remembering when I'd worn them. Most of the items I hadn't worn in years, but I kept them because of the emotional significance and the nostalgia I felt when I looked at them.
That's the dress I wore the night we went out for Cortney's 21st birthday party and we made friends with the bouncer and got a bunch of free Jell-O shots.
That's the sweater I bought that one weekend 5 years ago when I was visiting Keith and I'd forgotten to pack any cute clothes for when we went out to dinner so I went to the mall and found some stuff at Forever 21.
Those are the pants with the broken zipper that I wore in high school and one day I might fit into them again even though they're being held together with a safety pin.
This is the shirt my older sister gave me that I will never wear and it has a hole in it but I really like to look at it.
This is a tea length satin skirt that... wait no. This can definitely go.
And then I came across a shirt that still had the tags on it. A shirt that I remember being given on my 24th birthday. A shirt that holds significance not because of where I wore it or what it looks like, but because of who gave it to me: my younger sister. We've never been close, and we rarely get along, but she picked this shirt out for me. She went through Target and looked for something she thought I'd like, and she gave it to me. At first I thought she just picked up the first thing she saw, but then I was told that she scoured the racks looking for something she thought I'd like, and this shirt is what she chose. It made me realize there's so much truth to the phrase, "It's the thought that counts."
She and I shared a bedroom until I was in high school and we had several of the same friends, but we were never really friends. We were just sisters. We didn't stay up late into the night talking about things; we would fight until my parents would wake up and threaten to ground us if we didn't quiet down and go to sleep. We were opposites in almost every way.
I like margaritas; she sips straight chilled tequila.
She's obsessed with anime and video games; I like fairy tales and Twitter.
I wear makeup every day; she had to be practically forced to wear it for our older sister's wedding.
She's a vegetarian; I would eat tri tip and bacon every day if I could.
I'll most likely never wear the shirt, but I'm not going to get rid of it. It will probably get carted around every time I move, and I'll probably feel a pang of guilt until I make an effort to get closer to her. Until then, I'll probably just ask for gift cards.