There always comes a time when you need to take stock of your life and all of the things that have accumulated because of it. Like the cell phone. You know what I'm talking about--every few months it's good to get serious and clean house. You're never calling Tanya with the Minnesota area code (you remember, you met her at 3am at that diner in NYC WAAAAASTED--she was in town for the weekend. No tag, but DEFINITELY wanted to hang out sometime...) and let's get real, she's never calling you. So man up and delete that number. Joe G, your buddy from college who you haven't spoken to in forever, yeah you can delete his number too. If you really wanna get a hold of him you can go ahead and email him.
Personally I don't have to go through this self assessment process that often because I break or lose my cell phones frequently enough that I don't really get the build up of useless numbers. But the rest of you, you should take stock once in a while.
Well, as I was riding the train up to NYC this past weekend, it dawned on me that taking stock isn't just about the cell phone. You gotta look at the ipod too. This revelation hit me as I was skipping over Saturday Night's Alright for about the 30th time in the last 2 months. I realized something. I don't like that song. I don't think I ever did. And then I realized there were a bunch of Elton John songs on my playlist that I really could not stand--Crocodile Rock, Bennie and the Jets?? These songs are just annoying and I demand to know how they got there.
Was Elton John the Tanya of my playlist? Couldn't be. This is the man who gave me hours of serene entertainment with Tiny Dancer, Daniel, Levon(my personal favorite perhaps), Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters... No, the Tanya analogy doesn't work for Elton John.
The better analogy is to look at the Elton John songs as a collection of people you know. A few were your good friends (Tiny Dancer, Levon, etc.) The rest were friends of those friends. Yeah, when you were all hanging out together they were cool enough, but that time you decided to roll out to a bar with just the fringe guys you realized they just weren't that cool...Time to cut the strings man. You don't need their numbers in your phone and you sure as hell don't need Bennie and the Jets poppin up on your ipod. Trust me.
It's not just the ipod either. We have tons of superfluous stuff in our lives that can be cut. So go ahead. Take stock of your life and all that has accumulated. Get rid of "Milan" from your cell phone, drop I Love Rock n Roll from your ipod. Throw out that stupid hat.
Trust me you'll be better off for it.
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