Do You Have to Keep Birthday Cards?
For those concerned, Pus Pus has returned. Which needless to say allowed me to rest easily today and focus on other priorities like going through my mail.
Some people love mail. I’m not one of them. I think people who love opening their mail were attention starved children who revel in the idea that each new letter is like opening a little present that they never got as a kid.
I have a mountain of mail piled in the corner of my living room. It’s the North Pole of mail.
Typically I go through it once every two to three months.
I know it’s completely irresponsible but there’s never anything to look forward to. And today is no different: Unpaid parking tickets, a collection notice from a doctor’s bill, credit card statements that reveal how once again I spent more money than I have. And then of course there are the usuals which I quickly discard, gas, electric, Direct TV all of which have already been paid through online banking.
For over an hour I flip through each envelope opening some but relegating most to the trash. The only time I ever paused was when I came across an unopened birthday card from my mother.
I open it. Read it. She loves me.
I’m about to throw it away, and I pause. Do I have to keep it? And if so, how long do I have to keep it? Am I a bad son if I throw it away?
The guilt overwhelms me. Deep down I know I should have a box in my closet saving every birthday card ever given to me. But I don’t.
I toss the card in the trash.
I’m a bad son.
