Measuring Out My Life in Labels

Eight points if you get the title reference! Because ten points would be excessive.

So, I'm packing, and it makes me think. Actually most activities makes me think, exempting sleep and watching Glee.Packing up belongings is too-perfect a chance to reflect on one's relationship to material objects. For me, this has mainly concluded with the utterance: "Man, I have a lot of crap."

I've done a lot of this sort of reflection and have considered torching my closet on several occasions; yet as I go through all my crap I find wonderful reasons to keep everything...

"What if I need a reference book on Marxist theory when I hypothetically go to graduate school?"
 "But I've had this lamp for as long as I remember, and I want my kids to have this lamp!"
"I will definitely want to read every single one of my college papers twenty years from now..."
"What if I want to make an art project out of all of these recyclables?!"

The last one is the driving force for a lot of the clutter in my life, unfortunately. 


Excuses aside,  I thought it would be fun to post some of the labels which quantify my life. Here ya go:

 

PS- The title reference is from T.S. Elliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

...For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?....