Doom Piles: Car (Episode 7) I Cleaned My Car and Found My Personality in the Glove Compartment (Ep 7)

🎙️ Episode 7

Title: “I Cleaned My Car and Found My Personality in the Glove Compartment”

Wristbands, flashbacks, and one rogue AirPod that might still be judging me.

🎵 [Imaginary Intro Music: Car ignition + Squirrel chatter + poppy bass drop]

Hi. I’m Angela. Queen of Focus-ish.
And this week, I made a mistake.

I cleaned… my car.

I know.
That sentence alone is triggering for some of you.
But I wasn’t planning to clean it.
I was just trying to find that one missing power cord.

You know the one — the cord that ONLY fits that one device, and now that device is suddenly the center of your entire workflow.
It was urgent. It was mission critical.
So naturally… I spiraled.

🧽 The Car Spiral Begins:

Under the passenger seat, I found:

• An AirPod (LEFT side, missing since 2022, assumed stolen by squirrels)
• A crunchy receipt from a gas station hot dog I have no memory of eating
• Three wristbands from three different festivals
• A friendship bracelet from a stranger named “Thistle”
• And a light layer of what I hope was glitter, but may have been trail mix dust
  
  

Each item was like a memory grenade.

The wristbands alone sent me down emotional rabbit holes:

• This one? That was from the year I camped too close to the speaker tower at TTITD and journaled through a full identity crisis.
• This one? The time we camped out in the car at Okee with no cell phone signal to call the sitter.
• And this one? Honestly… I have no idea. Could be mine. Could be someone else’s. There’s a mysterious aura on it and I’m not ruling out time travel.
  
  

🎯 The Realization?

Cars are portable doom piles.

Tiny, rolling memory closets filled with lost tech, old snacks, and echoes of our burnout.

But also?
They’re time machines.
They hold moments of music, movement, and full-body meltdowns.

So yes — I vacuumed.
I cried.
I reunited my AirPods.
And I found the dang cord.

And I labeled a pouch “Tech That Deserves Better.”

Because that’s what this was really about:
Giving my past self a little order. A little love. A little air freshener.

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