Yes, I've watched the stupid reality show about hoarders....No, I really didn't think that I have anything in common with them.
BUT I do!
My dining room table is seldom used for eating....not because I don't want to but because it's cluttered with papers, bills, and this, that and the other thing. Truly I clean it off. Truly I like it clean and orderly but it seems to always gravitate back to clutter. Hmmm.
If it was just my table it would be fine but it's not; my house is always cluttered.
As I sit in my recliner, in front of me is my book shelf with is jam-packed with books...too many. My television is on a stand that has at least six books on it-in front of the TV! It's that way in every room.
I never really realized it until recently when I was trying to get rid of stuff and truly it's difficult to part with anything. Oh My God! I am a hoarder!
Funny because when I moved from Texas to the Tri Cities, I brought just a car full of stuff. Virtually nothing. Maybe that was hard on me; maybe that altered my psyche somewhat and now I am afraid to let go of anything.
My mom and dad were hoarders in that they grew up in a time when you didn't throw away anything as they didn't have the money to replace it. That was a different generation.
As I get older, I find myself more and more like my mom and dad. I "hoard" aluminum cans like my dad did. I collect silver like my dad and mom did. I have a hell of a time selling one Morgan Silver Dollar even when I need money even though I have lots.
Same goes with my books. I can't get rid of even the ones I NEVER READ! I have a bunch of old Masonic Ritual books that are probably worth a fortune but the idea of selling them is revolting even though I'll never read them nor am I a Mason. Hmmmmmm.
Okay, I write this to rationalize my idiosynchronsies(dang I can't recall how to spell that word!), but as I think about my parents and their parents maybe hoarding is more "normal than we like to admit.
I've tried to "live simple" but with each year I age, my desire NOT to throw away a pickle jar or a coffee can becomes stronger.
Hmmmm
