Passing the Buck

There are things in life that I just despise. I can't stand for people to touch my feet or put their feet on me. And I really can't tolerate dishonesty. But right up there on my list on dislikes is packing! I detest packing. Obviously the hatred for packing is never quite strong enough to keep me home!

I'm in the midst of packing for my departure to Hot Springs. I'll be back home in 2 weeks for a wedding that I'm in. So I don't have to pack everything I own. However, I'm thinking it would be a LOT easier just do go ahead and do that.

I've been thinking there must be a reason why I dislike packing so much. (I should be a psychologist b/c I analyze things WAY too much.) I think it's the fact that it throws my mind off balance. When it comes to clothes, I'm not too much of a planner. If it's an important event, I may have an outfit in mind. When it comes to the everyday grind, I choose what would be comfortable right at that moment. Some mornings I wake up feeling dressy. Other mornings I feel lousy and look for the hoody and an old skirt. So the fact of having to plan out possible wardrobes for days just blows my mindset.

Who knows what situations may arise while I'm gone? I may decide to do anything at any moment, just like I would at home. What if I have this urge to wear my swishy short black dress and my cute black sequined flipflops and I didn't bring it?? What if I decide to go horseback riding, and I didn't bring a full skirt? What if I get a hot date and I brought nothing but t-shirts and blue jean skirts?? (Ok, that won't happen but you get my drift!)

I hate packing because you NEVER know what life may throw you. And what if I don't have what I need?? And what if I can't find there what I need, knowing that it is at home??

That's why I hate to pack. I'm an over-analyzer and I complicate my life by thinking....well what if? I think somewhere I could get away with blaming my parents. Didn't they raise me this way?? I'm sure that's the answer. So instead of blaming myself for my packing woes...I'll blame my parents!

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dada333x said…
fogive me for going back and reading and then commenting on really old posts.. this post just struck me in a funny way. When I was a teenager, a real confusing time in my life, I managed to get taken in by my brothers dad. Well, we would travel to my grandparents (not my paternal grandparents, i was taken in by his parents too)I'm from michigan and they are from live in tennessee, we would just pack literally the morning of and anything we didn't have we would just buy... including a new outfit for that HOT date if needed. It just struck me as odd how things just stick with you because to this day I do the same thing just up and go and I figure things as I go. I'm way too spontaneous.
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