Day 3: Throw Something Away that You Like

Today's task is pretty much what the title of this post is. It seems pretty simple, but when it gets down to it, it's really not. It took me forever to decide what to throw away. I knew it would most likely be something out of my room because that's obviously where everything I like is. I thought about throwing away a food item...like a banana or a perfectly good piece of bread, because I really like both of those, but that would have been cheating. It has to be something valuable to you and...semi-irreplaceable. I say "semi" because, I really don't think the object of this task is to throw away the charm bracelet that you've been adding to since you were 5, or a blanket that you've had since you were a baby. Maybe it is, but I'm sure as heck not gonna do that. I wanted to throw away something that really meant something to me, but that I wouldn't cry about or want to shoot myself later because I didn't have it anymore.

I finally decided on a ring. I took pictures of it because I want to remember it, and I really wanted to put one on here because that would be very appropriate for this post, but my computer is dumb and keeps complaining about not having enough space, and I'm afraid that by adding even just one more picture to my hard drive, my computer will go into complete meltdown and just explode or something. Maybe I'll put it on here later. But anyways, I decided on this ring that I got last summer in Shreveport, Louisiana when I was visiting my grandparents. The are both really into antiques and stuff and they have passed their love of antique-shopping/"junque" collecting to me. So we were at this antique store there, and there was nothing really that great, but I was looking at their jewelry and noticed a ring that looked kinda cool. I tried it on and it fit perfectly, and my grandparents really like it too, and I can't remember but I'm pretty sure they ended up buying it for me. It was just a simple copper band but it had deep purple enamel on the outside and these little copper sea monkey looking things on it. It was weird, but really neat because I had never seen anything like it before. My grandpa, using his antique skills, thought it looked like it was Native American inspired. Well, from then on I pretty much wore the ring everyday. It reminded me of my grandparents and Shreveport, and I seriously love that town, I don't even know why, but it reminded me of my memories there so it was special to me. I had probably been wearing the ring for several months or so and the enamel started chipping off. I decided not to wear it anymore because I didn't want all of it to come off and ruin the ring, so I just put it in a drawer with the rest of my jewelry and kind of forgot about it.

I figured that it was the perfect thing to throw away because it did mean something to me and that way I wouldn't just be copping out of the task by throwing away something stupid, but I wouldn't totally be heartbroken that it was gone because I have those memories of my grandparents and Shreveport in my head, you know? I don't need the ring to "keep" them for me. Then the next thought was, how do I throw it away? I really didn't want to just chuck it in the trash can. That seemed too informal. If I really would have had my way, I would have been in the middle of the ocean on a boat and tossed it overboard like Rose did on Titanic, just because I'm sentimental like that. But, since that plan definitely was not going to work, I figured the next best thing would be to toss it out of a window. My sister's was the best because a) she has no screen on hers and b) she has bushes underneath hers so that the ring will be lost "forever"down in all the brush and branches.

So, I did throw the ring out of my sister's window, never to be found again, but not after being interrogated by her and feeling like a freaking idiot for having to explain that "I just need to throw this ring out the window and then I'll be done. Thanks." I can't say that I feel any sort of life-change yet by completing this task, but maybe it's one of those long-term things...