Man, I have to stop “watching” so many items on eBay. Half the time they don’t sell and they come back to haunt me like a tarty temptress. But shouldn’t they go on sale or something? I mean, don’t you want to get rid of these things, eBay seller? How do you have a place to have something like this just sitting around for weeks?
That is actually a problem I have with what seems like a great idea – selling off stuff I don’t want anymore on ebay or etsy. I could make some money on it, right? And it’s not like I haven’t done my fair share of ebay purging but the problem I have is usually this… once I decide I want to get rid of it, I want it gone. I don’t want to figure out what box it will fit in, carefully wrap it and then figure out what it will cost to mail it (which I usually get wrong anyway and I end up paying way more to ship things than I thought I would, and I have to eat that, there goes my profit) and then have it sitting somewhere in my hous waiting to go to the post office. No, I want it OUT OF MY SIGHT. Just take it. It’s free. Now come get it… now. Here, I’ll just leave it on my front porch and you can get it whenever is soonest. Who has extra space for boxes of crap? Extreme couponers? Don’t get me started on those people.
I’m going to just pretend now I’m one of those bloggers who have actual people who read their blog and make some assumptions about my invisible blog readers… Well, you may have noticed I haven’t been blogging lately and I guess that’s because I’m thinking that this little bit of anti-retail-therapy may have cured me. I’ve been saved!
Well. That’s not entirely true. I haven’t posted so much about things I DID buy (another post perhaps) but I will admit to having parted with a whole SHIT-TON of stuff that I’m not even going to bother with mentioning. Stuff that had value, yes. But I just gave that shit away because that’s how good I’m getting at this.
However, as part of my self-inflicted (and self-administered) therapy, I am going to now expose the things that I own that I am a little embarrassed about and that I want to part with but just can’t seem to. I assure you, dear blog reader, this will be equally painful for me as it will be for you to read about – as if you were going to. So, be prepared. It’s ugly.