I recently did some house cleaning. What I discovered was an odd quirk in human behavior. A strange anomaly that I’m sure has occurred to me before, but this specific instance really hit me like a freight train.
Cubbies. What is so goddamn special about cubbies?
As I was cleaning, I found large areas were rather undisturbed while all the action was happening in the smallest, tightest areas. Think about it. How bizarre is it that we use confined spaces to collect little knick-knacks, loose change and random crap we had picked up throughout the day?
Shelves, desk, nightstand…all relatively bare. Little tiny places you wouldn’t think to do anything with are crammed with shit. I generally assume that most people are similar to me, that I may use myself as an example. There’s got to be others who do this.
I ask those people: what do you find so damned alluring about little cubby holes? Have you even thought of it before? It really seems to occur in the subconscious, something we’re not really aware of doing. Like changing a lane on the highway while spacing on the way home from work, you put the gum wrappers and three pennies that were in your pocket in the little space beneath your TV and next to your stereo. Not aware, just happens instinctively.
Is this proof-positive that our minds are indeed collective of every incarnation in which life has appeared on this planet, all the way back to bacteria? Maybe there really is no such thing as mental illness, just a reverting back to a primitive facet of the human psyche that has been ruled unnecessary.
Or maybe I’m going crazy.
Z poważaniem,
Michnowski
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