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What is it that gives things "sentimental value"?
I really have a hard time with that. I have never been one to hold on to things. I have tossed
most of the mementos of my youth. I have no trouble discarding old souvenirs. I loved redecorating and getting rid of old things. In fact, the only things I treasure are from the memories that
and I are building together.
, on the other hand, tends to put value on certain things. Long story here.
When I met him he had little "real" furniture. His apartment was made up of various fiberglass display columns (yes, like the columns in Greece you are picturing) as modular furniture. He had columns with glass shelves, a short column with glass as a coffee table, and even a column dining table (that you couldn't "scoot" in to as the column base was too wide). All of these columns were spray painted gold and black. It was a look. Not a
bad look, but a look. When we moved, after 5+ years, I was able to convince him to get rid of some of them. He was reluctant because "people pay good money" for things like that. I'm sure they do, when they have giant houses. Needless to say, the columns I was allowed to toss prior to moving were in the dumpster for 30 minutes (barely) before people snatched them out for their own apartments. Ugh.
The 3 of the remaining columns are in our bedroom, where all the "black and gold" was consolidated, the rest are stored at my brothers house. Which was working great. But then a friend of ours (
Richard's best friend) decided to redecorate. Guess what she had that she thought
Richard would like back? Yep! A column. Apparently he had given it to her years ago. This one is painted a marbled beige and has since been tucked away on our porch. It is a
special column because it was from the friend. So it has been on the porch, between the potted plants like some kind of giant misplaced lawn ornament. Fine. I adjusted to the thing out there.
Now the porch has been rearranged. The column is right in the living room window. I can't
not see it. I can't talk him into getting rid of it. It has sentimental value.
I hate it.
‹ wish i hadn't asked!
on 08/30 at 09:51 AM
All in good time. It took me a while to realize that my memories were in my head, and not actually physically “attached” to an object. I am sort of a packrat by nature, but not necessarily for sentimental value. I am more in the “I may use this one day” camp. Foolish really, and I’m in the process of breaking that habit.
Does he actually like these columns? Is there any other way you can comprimise? Can it have an unfortunate accident resulting in it’s demise?
All important questions.