I think this is like one of those how-do-I-please-a-girl threads. It's all incredibly subjective.
I used to be part of the Sentimental Camp. I kept things tucked away, just because I couldn't bring myself to throw them out. I never felt the need to dredge them out and reminisce (well almost never), but couldn't seem to throw the crap away. Well, since then I got involved with someone that couldn't care less about any of that. Cards are neither given or received, after my taking the time to write what I felt what was heartfelt, and finding those cards in the trash very shortly - almost immediately - afterwards. After that, I felt the idiot and the desire to put anything to paper went away, after many years of being a hopeless romantic, all of those urgings were just ...gone. It's a little sad to me really, but I guess I've reached that "who really cares/is it really worth an effort" stage of being jaded. It made me realize that all the writing and all the things I did that I meant as thoughtfulness were probably more for myself than for them. It's not to say that the relationship isn't rewarding, it's just that my muse has left me. Nah, she threw her hands up and quit the business in a disgusted huff. Things don't ...move me the way they used to. *shrugs*
I am now a standard bearer for the Build a Fire Camp. I see no need for these things to take up my personal space, unless I have a practical purpose for it. I don't ask for my things back, I never did. Once given as a gift, keep it, it's not mine to ask back. I'd just throw it all out, but any excuse to light a fire and I am at the ready with the zippo.
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