Containers

I like collecting containers for things. Often enough they’re not even containers, just things container-like, like a cleared out container candle.

It’s all justified, really. “That’s not just a glass container for Fleischmann’s Active Dry Yeast, it’s a place for me to put pencils in!” Or “These Noctua fan boxes aren’t just for Noctua fans, maybe I could discard my bottle caps into them!”

It’s true. I had an absolute load of bottle caps in those boxes, but I eventually transferred them over to a bag (of which I forgot the original contents.) I’ll write about that later.

But the pencil thing was a lie, I do have that container of Fleischmann’s Active Dry Yeast, I just haven’t used it yet. I think I’m just addicted to potential. It’s not hoarder level yet at all, just a couple of random containers here and there that don’t exactly have a purpose.

But maybe they will some fateful day. I’d rather be the guy that goes “Hey, I have a container I could repurpose for this!” Rather than “I have nowhere to put this odd assortment of things that wouldn’t typically need to be contained. Bummer.” I am eternally awaiting the day my preparations are needed.

I have two Gatorade bottles, one’s filled with dry sand and one’s filled with wet sand. I’ve had the bottles for over six years. I got them on a junior high choir trip to Schlitterbahn.

It was a kind of science experiment. I thought the sand would harden for some reason, despite the bottles always being closed. For the longest time, the wet sand bottle smelled like an absolute travesty whenever I periodically opened it to see if anything was alive in there. The smell’s mellowed out to perfect neutrality. I think all the bacteria’s dead or something.

I don’t know how to dispose of these properly, and even if I did I don’t know if I would. I’m attached to this wet sand bottle, it’s lifeless but has a history with me.