I have a habit of not emptying my trash, my cyber trash that is.
See, I always have a relatively large hard drive and a similar size external hard drive for backup, so space on my computer is never really a huge problem. Even though it doesn't happen very often, once in a blue moon I'll be searching for a file and found that I accidentally threw it in the trash bin. So more reason for me not to delete any files because "just in case".
Today, though, while I was doing my routine clean up of my desktop and attending to my OCDs, I was surprised to find that my trash folder had over 160Gb worth of files... so that did it, I officially became a cyber trash hoarder, where soon enough this mid-Western lady, called Mindy, will come to my home and will ask me to sort my files into three different piles: "Keep", "Trash" and "Porn", while I yell at her "NO! I'm keeping this trashed ehm... artistic movie called 'Hairy Companions' because I might accidentally delete the other 5 file formats of the same movie and I'll lose all my hair friended memories!"
Mindy was a total bitch.
Even though the thought of losing my hairy friends was devastating, I did click the button to empty my trash bin in the end (not without some heavy cringing). After all, it's not like I don't have a backup of everything anyway. Besides, more empty storage space means I can do more work make more hairy friends.
#30/365 Letting (the trash) go