Monday, October 20, 2008

Little Black Box

Friday - home sick, did none of you read my chemically induced blog?

Saturday - Umm, home sick again, except for the short foray to MG's building to check on douche -baggy temporary roommate....UGH, just the thought of him gives me the creeps!

Sunday - Brunch with MyraG - who will henceforth be known as "The Professor". We all met up at a friends house for brunch, which consisted of tons of food, Bloody Marys and Mimosas! Interestingly enough, on my way to brunch, I learned a funny thing about Illinois, you cannot buy liquor at a liquor store on Sunday before 11AM. Now coming from Utah, this is not all that new, but what's funny about it is you can order it at a bar/restaurant before 11AM, but not at a liquor store. Is it just me or is that weird to any of you? Anyway, we had tons of food, good drink and absolutely amazing conversation! Besides the Prof, there was Natalie, Scott, Mark, Alan and Sarah (hopefully I just remembered that right). We talked about all the taboos - Sex, Religion and Politics, my three favorite subjects! Which brings me to my subject.

A few years ago my friend KW (Should I use Sadie? Up to you KW, you just let me know, since I know you read this.) mentioned having a box that contained things from her life/past. Should anything ever happen to her, she had a friend who was designated to come and "take care" of that box. I loved this idea! Since that discussion, I have since compiled all the things in my life that I can't bear to throw away, yet I would hate for either my mother or sister to deal with should I pass on without a significant other. It contains, some pictures, some letters and some "others". I love having this box, it's fun to go through sometimes, and if there was somebody significant in my life, my box would not necessarily be off-limits to that person, but it would definitely need explaining. The funny thing about this box, is not what's in it, but the memories I get from seeing the items in it. The explanations would never mean the same thing to someone who wasn't there to share in the original moment. Everytime I think about what is in this box, it reminds me of the saying "Never judge a person 'til you've walked a mile in their shoes."

Strange but true!

5 comments:

Kristy said...

This is a very intersting idea, not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, when I'm dead who cares what people discover? On the other, I wouldn't want to leave horrified loved ones behind. And then on the other, other, other hand I'm afraid there just isn't a whole lot to put in the box. Not that there couldn't be. I just like to air most of my dirty laundry and my relatives don't have much of a choice! Poor them. :)

kel said...

Love the idea. Might have to consider this....

Summer said...

This is so great! But on top of my "little black box" the thing that has me worried is the contents of the nightstand drawer by my bed. I need to designate someone to dump the contents before anyone is allowed to enter my place!

littlemansmom said...

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.....I don't know about that box......kinda morbid

as for illness.....poor little kitten....I hope you are wayyyyyyyyyyy better now.

Myra said...

thanks for reminding me to ask my friend to get my little black boy.. as much as I love them... not sure if i want the boys to get into that one...