Clutter

I hate clutter. I have always hated clutter.

When I look back through my life, the signs have always been there. My mother once told me how annoying I was as a small child, constantly screaming whilst throwing all the toys from my pram, all but one that is, a bright blue rattle that for some reason I always kept hold of, the rest of the toys strewn messily across the floor, trip hazards for my parents and unwary siblings.

Now, over two decades later, every unnecessary item has been removed from the house, sold, given away, or dumped. I'm a much calmer person these days, now all the triggers have gone, happy with what remains. One chair, one knife, one fork, one spoon, one cup... one of everything, why would a person need more than that?

As for the parents and siblings, I suppose they would have been a little dismayed to learn that they were thought of as clutter, they are beyond caring now, and they all fit into just the one hole I had dug.

©2025 Stephen. J. Green.