I admit. I am a hoarder in the making. Blame my mother; she keeps everything. And when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. Found out your shirts have holes in them? She’ll use them to patch something else up. Have old notebooks that are half written? She’ll write in the other half. Too many shoes? Don’t worry, she’ll keep them in case she wants to wear them one day.
Sound like a hoarder?
I honestly think, without my siblings and I… She would be featured in one of the episodes of Hoarders on TLC. I on the other hand, am not as bad. Although I do have the urge of keeping things, in hope that I can find use for it later. Sometimes I find it hard to throw things away because 1. I bought it myself; or 2. Someone gave it to me. Either way, it’s more than just an object. A feeling or memory ends up attaching itself to it, making it harder to let go.
I guess that can be said about people too. But sometimes, the best thing to do is let it go so something better can be found. LS