Hoid Slayer

I’m having that moment where you realize you packed like a bagful of stuff that you didn’t need to bring and now it’s taking valuable space and your new beautiful, softcover books, plus diamond art you brought for no reason, will emerge from this ordeal scarred forever and it forces you to rethink existence cause half the stuff you packed and didn’t need was stuff other people told you to pack and the other half stuff you didn’t even want but felt an inane need to fill space that is stupidly dumb in retrospect and then you realize what a stupid thought the entire thing is, yet how important it feels in the immediate tense, proving the impact retrospectively meaningless things can have on one’s immediate situation and state of mind, and then you realize writing this actually made you feel slightly better about it, before going back into a deep delve into the psychology of human satisfaction