Stuff & Nonsense

So I’ve booked a ticket and I’m off.
And I’m trying to let my place so now I’m packing all my stuff into boxes. All the accessories to a life that I didn’t really live. Overall, there isn’t much. I have little baggage. It seems I avoided all big responsibility.
There’s a line in the novel Fight Club that goes ‘Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.’ I felt like that. So now I’m packing my nest into little boxes. I am no longer my stuff. I am no longer my flat. And I’m no longer my job.
Now I’m just my jeans and some earwax.
What’s more worrying is that I am no longer my bookshelves. How am I supposed to impress girls if they can’t see the way I strategically placed Sartre's Being & Nothingness next to 15-Minutes Abs Workout?