I decided to throw away a handful of old perfume bottles. The ones I never liked, the ones bought for me, for when they grow on me, that I kept only because they were gifts, and not to wear. Maybe it took me until this morning to realize just because something comes wrapped up in smiles and a soft touch doesn't mean it's not fucking patronizing (as the old saying goes).*
*Or maybe I have to use forcible excuses to do away with this enduring packratism, and really needed a way to close the paragraph, and anyway, was feeling kinda shovey. Either one.