On depersonalization and repersonalization.

The past few months, I have been on a mission to depersonalize my room. I was making progress albeit in the slowest way possible in which s...

The past few months, I have been on a mission to depersonalize my room. I was making progress albeit in the slowest way possible in which suddenly as many as the things I had thrown away or kept in storage, the same amount of belongings had arrived as if to say, "Hello, I hear you're making room." and I can't turn them away because they arrive as they are -belongings.

And in a rush of self-actualization, I realize that I haven't been depersonalizing my room at all, but repersonalizing it. That's why I could never really put into words a reason as to why I wanted to depersonalize it in the first place. In this rush, I've found the friction winds were all but smoothing out the edges and chipping paint and revealing the Nichie that has grown, prospered, and ultimately, rested in this room. 
Through this repersonalization, I've found (and thrown away), dried up tears and lonely words. There are mementos and trinkets that no longer remind me of anything. They are objects of apathy and trophies of passivity that don't belong in my room anymore. No longer belongings.
I've clean up many things and found myself wanting, actively searching for things to place in my room to make it more mine, like freeing up a whole wall and thinking of purchasing a projector.
It's always funny how things end up being.
Seeing how much has changed and bettered.
And seeing everything around me better itself, as well.

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  1. That purple duck pen looks so fucking familiar...
    I really can`t wait to see a room tour when all`s set and done~  :D

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