I've come to find that there are certain items which, as a cuspy-adult, I feel the need to own even though I only use them once or twice a year. During these periods of non-use, the item inevitably disappears -- swallowed up in some random Grey Gardens-esque corner of a closet in my apartment. In complete surrender, I often just end up repurchasing the plug adapters, glue guns or levels. Last year though, I had a *very mild* epiphany regarding this problem, and decided to break the vicious cycle: The 'random shit' box was born, and was placed on a high (yet entirely visible) shelf in my bedroom, making sure that the next time I needed something, I'd obviously remember my proactive designation of this box. Obviously?! ....Riiiiight. Cut to today, and this idiot, searching for a glue gun everywhere other than in the "Random Shit" box he'd made only a year prior. Contained in that box, the replacement glue gun he'd been forced to re-purchase last time, due to Random Closet Loss. *RCL is real, people...just ask my early 20s...(womp womp). * This? This is also a significant manifestation of #Brandoning . (But PS- My box theory technically worked after 45 minutes, so in a way -- this whole story has just been a r̶u̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶s̶e̶n̶t̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ humble-brag from the "barely new and questionably improved" Brandon barely standing before you, glue gun finally in-hand).