If you google sentimental, you’ll get the following definitions:Adjective
1. of or prompted by feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.
2. having or arousing feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia, typically in an exaggerated and self-indulgent way.
Looking at these, it’s perfectly reasonable to say that people get sentimental about other people and memories or certain mementoes. Me, on the other hand, as much as I’m sentimental about all these things, I’m also sentimental about some pretty damn weird things!
I’ve always known in sentimental about clothes – particularly underwear (I wrote a post about that little ‘gem’ on my WordPress a while back – Why Am I So Sentimental About Underwear? – Beingagnes https://beingagnes.wordpress.com/2016/03/16/why-am-i-so-sentimental-about-underwear/), but other garments as well. My closet is constantly overflowing because I can’t bring myself to get rid of stuff! It should be said that I AM getting better at it… But it still takes me ages! In the past, I’ve given stuff to my sister. However, now, she’s ‘outgrown’ me! (There’s nothing quite as scary as when your sister – who’s 9 years younger than you – is tall enough to put her chin on your head without even having to make an effort to reach!). See, even though she probably used to throw half of the stuff away, I could live happily in my denial because, as far as I was concerned, my old clothes were safe and sound somewhere in the hidden depths of her closet.
Another ‘object’ of my sentimentality is books. See, I only ever read books once – I just don’t see the point in reading them again once I know what’s going to happen. Even so, I find it impossible to give them away or sell them once I’m done. I mean, I’ve still got books I brought with me when I moved to the UK almost 7 years ago. I’ve still got course books from uni! I know I’ll never use them again, and they’re probably not even worth anything anymore as new additions are bound to have been published since, but I can’t bring myself to throw them away.
I suppose some people would consider the above as pretty normal things to get attached to though. However, my sentimentality has fallen victim to something even more bizarre… See, since I started in my current workplace, I’ve had this hideous green, white and red Wales-pen in my pen-stand (no offence to the Welsh, I just don’t like the pen..). It’s not mine, I’ve never used it, nor do I intend to. Even so, it’s been my ‘constant companion’ for 3 years… So I CAN’T get rid of it!
I know it’s silly! I don’t think it’s the fact that I think anything bad will happen if I DO get rid of these things. I think it’s more the fact that, in this ever changing world, where everything and everyone changes – including me! – I cling onto ‘familiarity’ where I can. And, as materialistic and shallow as it may sound, all these things serve as reminders of the journey of my life…