You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?
This confuses me.
I feel as though this is some kind of scene between a human and an ape that has learnt sign language and magically signs something like ‘love’ to the human, and everybody loses their minds over it.
I’m sitting here at the dining table, looking around as I think about objects and I’m really not sure what I could use.
I think that I would probably start with my collection of video games. In particular, my LEGO games and Tomb Raider. I love those things so very much, because they have provided me with countless hours of happiness and frustration – and in the case of Tomb Raider, extended periods of not blinking, and the resulting streams of tears gushing down my face, because I’m so engrossed in the game I can’t even blink.
Following that, it would be my collection of music concerts on DVD / Bluray. Again, these are things that I’ve been collecting for years and have watched more times than I care to admit to. Most people would probably watch one concert once in a blue moon – but I would watch it once, then watch it again, and again, and again, and then rip the audio so I can listen to it over and over again. Actually, now that I think about it, I have probably listened to every one of my concerts so many times, I know every single little nuance of the show, from moments of ad-lib, to specific extra notes, to harmonies from backing vocalists etc. *sigh* if I’m being truly honest, most of the time when you see me with earphones on, there’s a 95% chance that I’m listening to a live concert.
After this, would be the rest of my DVD / Bluray collection – especially my comedy DVD’s and my TV series’. When I was single, I’d spent countless hours alone in my room crying over episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, in the dark… OR killing myself laughing watching episodes of Ab-Fab or French & Saunders… I just wish HULK shared that same kind of humour.
I think that the next most important thing to me would be my iTunes Library. My iTunes library is pretty much my lifeblood. I have soooooooo much stuff in my iTunes library – I just don’t have enough devices to actually put my media onto – it’s a constant battle of syncing and re-syncing and re-syncing yet again. My iPad and iPhone are both at capacity. Why can’t Apple bring out 256GB devices?!? I should probably upgrade to a 128GB iPhone, but I don’t have a spare $1200 floating around at the moment…
Next on the list, would probably be my collection of shoes. They are so incredibly precious to me – and I something do this whole ‘Gollum’ thing when I get new shoes, and I open the box slowly and then caress each shoe, whispering ‘my preciouses!’ which, for some reason, gets some odd looks. Everybody does that, right? Anybody who knows me, knows exactly how I feel about my shoes, and how they’re like my version of children. I’d fight anybody if they tried to take my kicks. Oh, and I can’t fucking stand how people call them ‘kicks’.
Before I destroyed them, I would have given over my collection of diaries… They were full of such revealing and mind-blowing revelations, but should they ever fall into the wrong hands, could become quite detrimental. So, rather than risk the chance of somebody else ever reading them, I destroyed them during our last move. I figured that I couldn’t trust that they wouldn’t be read by others, so they had to go. I even thought about digitising them, but it would have been a far too time-consuming task.
I think that it’s only then fair that I would then give over my collection of creative stories I’d written throughout my childhood. They’re currently hidden away in a folder, in a box, in a wardrobe, and one of these days, I’m going to go through them, and revisit them. As I’m writing this, I’m already having a thought of producing some of them into a small storybook and giving that to my mum for her birthday. She was always my number one fan when it came to my creative writing as a kid, and I’d often see her in hysterics, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of my writing. I was so creative, and just didn’t know how to put it all into words and proper sentence structures, so it would just end up as this constant flow of words. I might even use them as inspiration for my 2015 venture of more creative writing… who knows…
After all of that, I’d then surrender my phone… that pretty much says it all.
There really isn’t much left that I’d give up after that.
I think that there is only a couple of more things that I could give… and that would be my blog / email logins. These are things that I hold very closely to my chest. My email because it is a complete timeline of interactions between friends of mine – past and present. It is full of happiness and sadness, joy and pain, and something that I will always treasure, nor can bring myself to delete. #Memories. My blog, well, that’s pretty self explanatory, I reckon. I’ve divulged a lot on here so far, but it’s only the beginning. There is another blog that I’ve also created, but have completely neglected, and will get that up and running at some point – perhaps I’ll make that a project during my break in January 2015?!
I will also be writing something so completely uncensored, as a way to purely vent and unburden my mind, but it will not come into existence via this blog… 😉
The last thing that I would offer would be my collection of cards and letters from my my mother. These I’ve kept since I was a teenager, as they are full of support and encouragement and advice – (hmmm… this is also giving me another thought…) as well as some tarot readings from various moments of my life. These are the things that I hold nearest and dearest to my heart as they are completely irreplaceable and priceless to me.
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