Stacks - o - Comics

I'm at the point in getting rid of my comic books that I always thought would bring about emotion and dread. But nothing is there.

Logically I've talked myself in to knowing that going digital is better, and it so very much is. Just from the comic sales on Comixology that I've dipped in to, it is so very much worth it. The digital collection will grow in scale to such a degree that I'll be able to view it in disbelief on my tiny Amazon device. That is so much easier than lugging around a ton of long boxes.

I've got all of the comics up on ebay save for about a short box worth of items that I'm finishing up on. There aren't any feelings of disappointment. The last time I purged my collection I went through a sort of denial and didn't enjoy selling it. There were times I wondered why I sold what I did, missing the comics that I did, and regretting some of it. Those feelings are gone. Knowing that I've read the material a couple of times through and that it is available in digital format at any time makes it so much easier.

I see the stacks of comics filed away and sorted out, and the stacks of books that will soon be joining them. I see them and I just want them gone. One thing I've liked about living in Austin and having things in storage is that they got out of my mind. I didn't have to care anymore, they could just go away. The physical and for some reason mental weight that was on me was gone. I'm tired of saving shit for trivial reasons, where they have been in boxes from the moment I got them.

The thought entered my brain that I have always had roommates. There was always someone else there in every place I lived until the last place that I lived in BloNo. It was my first apartment by myself and I filled up the space in some areas, while leaving a lot of things in boxes and collecting dust in others. I had been guilting myself in to keeping some items locked away and out of sight, but always ready to bring them out for a trip down memory lane.

It is so tiring. All these things and not sharing them with others. Not getting enjoyment out of them so I can keep them frozen in time. A snowglobe of my past.

I'm ready for what's next. The next step in the evolution of me is ready and waiting. Time to bring it out.