My worst fear is coming true.....I'M A HOARDER.
Just like my silly parents who believe that every single item they have in their shed/s will have a purpose one day, so they may as well hold onto it....right? Well, old mumsie & dadsie dearest have gone from having one shed to having about 5 in total. There's the 'big shed' (3 car garage), the 'garden shed', the 'mowing shed', the 'shipping container' (which is an actual shipping container), the 'old telecom shed', the 'garden shed', the 'camping shed'...
According to Wikipedia....
Compulsive hoarding (or pathological hoarding or disposophobia)[1] is the acquisition of possessions (and failure to use or discard them) in excess of socially normative amounts, even if the items are worthless, hazardous, or unsanitary. Compulsive hoarding may impair mobility and interfere with basic activities, including cooking, cleaning, hygiene, sanitation, and sleeping.
It is not clear whether compulsive hoarding is an isolated disorder, or rather a symptom of another condition...
Well, i think it is a symptom of another condition.....STUPIDITY! I am in the process of moving house and I am horrified at how much shit (understatement) I have managed to collect and drag around with me. I cant even get into my office, let alone find the bloody desk through all of the paperwork. Totally ridiculous.
So, in my fury packing rage last night I have managed to pack 2 boxes of stuff to take with me and 7 boxes of stuff to throw out. Mum came over yesterday as we were going out and what do you think was the first thing to come out of her mouth? I'll tell you.....it was "geez miss, I didn't realise you had so much shit"....really mum, well stop bringing it over! I dont think that there has been ONE visit where she hasn't brought a car load of 'stuff'. Not one! There have been days when I have been working at home and her and dad have been in the city and they just want to drop in quickly and when I tell her I'm working they say "oh, we're not staying, just dropping something off". 'Something' usually turns out to be a box full of shit i've previously thrown out, a number of times!!!
So, guess what mum...new visitors rule! They (her and dad) are FORBIDDEN to bring anything to my house, unless it is food, money, or alcohol! Anything not on this list will be refused entry! Now this rule of course, only applies to her and dad!!!
Still, what was the first thing she did after that observation statement? She started to rumage through it all! She was however visibly shaken when I threatened to harm her precious chook collection (she collects crap fake chook ornaments) if ANY item in ANY of the boxes/bags are found at her place in the future, she is NOT taking any of it with her. I told her I had taken a photo of each item because most of it as previously mentioned, I have thrown out a number of times before only to have it boomerang its way back.
Hoarding, it's a terrible terrible thing. Time to break the hoarding cycle in this gene pool!!!
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