I've been wanting to simplify my life for some time. I tend to hold onto possessions that I'm not using out of some perverse sense of obligation or thriftiness or insanity or something.
But I'm working on this.
I've been going through my closet, and trying to be honest about which clothes actually get worn, and which ones don't. I seem to own an awful lot of clothes from some other person's life. This person does not do manual labor for a living, like I do. This other person's torso is also a lot shorter than mine. All of her shirts ride up and expose too much skin.
Because I can't seem to get to the Goodwill drop-off during business hours, I decided to leave my clothes at one of those green Gaia boxes that sprout up around the periphery of parking lots. You may know what I'm talking about -- they say that the clothes go to needy people in the developing world, or help the great barrier reef or something.
The first problem was that, once I made up my mind, and Robb put my bags of clothes into my car, I couldn't find the danged box. I know that I drive past one of these boxes, on my way to work. But where the heck is it?
I did a Google search to see if I could locate this elusive box, and discovered that the company that owns these boxes is suspected is some really shady business practices. There are accusations of money-laundering, and of being a cult, and of not giving any clothes to anybody at all, but of selling these clothes to their parent company and pocketing the profits. The parent company owns multi-million dollar estates and a $6 million dollar ocean-going yacht. Paid for, apparently by bilking fools like me into thinking that when an oganization says that they are using assets for a good cause, that they actually are.
Now what the heck do I do with these clothes?