Here's the thing I have found about keeping skeletons in closets.
When we first realize that we need to hide something way its not a skeleton at that point. It still has its ugly skin and muscles holding it together. I can prop it up way back in the corner and foolishly think it will just stay there until I have the time or courage to deal with it.
But then it comes time to clean it out. Here's the problem. Unlike all the cartoons in which it stays all in one piece, it is now a heaping pile of 206 different bones.
You can't just push it out and be done with it. You can't just think you can sneak one part out either cause the rest just keeps rolling out the door. And you can't change your mind because its not as easy as it was at first to just prop it back in the corner.
So the dilemma is you now have to deal with each part of that damn skeleton. How it got there, which part it was in going into the closet, how to get it to finally have its resting place. For each of those 206 fucking bones.
A skeleton came rolling out of my closet today...now to deal with the bones.
