Cleaning...an appropriate thing for an Untidy Corner

As one recently graduated from college and thus thrust back again into the lap of my parents, I have had call to do some cleaning.  I love a clean house and/or room.  I really do.  My work spaces have always been quiet tidy.  My bedrooms....never?  Unless we count mandatory room inspections in my high school dorm and childhood chores--I was very fearful respectful of adults that way.  Anyway, enough lame introductions.  The point is, while cleaning and sorting mine items, I realized just how many things I'd forgotten.  Nothing major, just little memories attached to small junk-worthy stuff.  I'm at a loss.  Should I throw the stuff out?  These aren't life-changing memories, and the actual stuff isn't anything I want to keep.  There's just some sad about throwing out memories.

Sexcapades

One shouldn't go to a conservative Christian medical center for check ups, I've decided.  The questions about sexual activity always seem to come with a bit of underlying judgment--that Christian judgment that suggests I have given into Moral Iniquity if I want to do more with my boyfriend of two years than hold his hand.  I can never assure them enough that 1) I cannot be pregnant 2) we are each others only partner.  Also, I wonder if married couples get this much pressure to use protection.  For oral. (Although, chlamydia of the throat does sounds like a b*tch.)  I bring this up because I just went on birth control.  Alas, not for anything so fun as that.  I remain my vaguely ignorant, moderately chaste self.  No sir--I am on birth control for endometriosis.  And yet, anytime I enter a medical facility, I will have to list birth control under my medications.  Judgment day is upon us.