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katiefooleryI’m sick of being a hoarder.
I’m sick of having a garage full of boxes of things that I haven’t even seen for two years and, more important, that I haven’t needed for two years.
I’m sick of having desk drawers full of books and papers dating back to when I was at secondary school, on of the off change that they might “come in handy one day”. Because they won’t. They haven’t so far and I doubt that they ever will.
I want to get over all of that. I want to take all of this pointless rubbish and throw it away and start a new life as a non-hoarding-type person. I don’t want to suffer a little pang of doubt every time I throw anything away. I just want to get rid of all of this stuff and see what it feels like to be free.
And wow - did almost every sentence back there start with “I”? You know, I think that just might be the case. I blame this on the fact that I’ve just learnt that I may have to move in the next month or so.
The only thing that’s capable of stressing me to the point of tears (beyond finding out that an incompetent bursar has left me owing the government $1,200 in taxes) is moving house. I hate it with a passion - and not just because last time we moved house, I was without internet for three weeks... although that’s a pretty major consideration. It’s stressful and misery-inducing and I’m settled down here and I don’t want to move. I’ve only recently managed to overcome the urge to run screaming at the sight of large boxes. It’s taken months and months to get to that stage.
On the up side, moving house means I’d have a chance to throw out all of those boxes and stop being a hoarder.
On the down side, I’d still be moving house and becoming close friends with Frustration and Stress and... no. Just... no.
I’m sick of having a garage full of boxes of things that I haven’t even seen for two years and, more important, that I haven’t needed for two years.
I’m sick of having desk drawers full of books and papers dating back to when I was at secondary school, on of the off change that they might “come in handy one day”. Because they won’t. They haven’t so far and I doubt that they ever will.
I want to get over all of that. I want to take all of this pointless rubbish and throw it away and start a new life as a non-hoarding-type person. I don’t want to suffer a little pang of doubt every time I throw anything away. I just want to get rid of all of this stuff and see what it feels like to be free.
And wow - did almost every sentence back there start with “I”? You know, I think that just might be the case. I blame this on the fact that I’ve just learnt that I may have to move in the next month or so.
The only thing that’s capable of stressing me to the point of tears (beyond finding out that an incompetent bursar has left me owing the government $1,200 in taxes) is moving house. I hate it with a passion - and not just because last time we moved house, I was without internet for three weeks... although that’s a pretty major consideration. It’s stressful and misery-inducing and I’m settled down here and I don’t want to move. I’ve only recently managed to overcome the urge to run screaming at the sight of large boxes. It’s taken months and months to get to that stage.
On the up side, moving house means I’d have a chance to throw out all of those boxes and stop being a hoarder.
On the down side, I’d still be moving house and becoming close friends with Frustration and Stress and... no. Just... no.