Good Sunday morning and the snow I said we hadn't gotten yesterday, we now have this morning. And it is still snowing. Oh yes, I had made such a big deal about the first day of spring and yesterday came and went and I didn't mention it at all. So yesterday was the first day of Spring and boom we have snow. Oh well, just old Missouri weather. It won't last long, at least I hope not.
I look at all my belongings scattered through the house. My things, my personal property. You then combine it with Steve's property that is scattered around the house. Then toss in our mutual belongings, such as furniture, dishes, household items. I blink at the image. The television show that comes to mind is Hoarders. I have watched that show several times. The next day after I watch it I go through the house throwing things away, but not many. Just enough to convince myself I could never be a hoarder. The truth is I may slowly be becoming one.
We are a nation of people who need things, gadgets, clothes, stuff for the house. Stuff for the kids, stuff for us. Any new thing coming out we want. More and more and more. We go out and buy big plastic totes, so we will have some place to put our stuff. We line our garages, basements, every little nook and cranny with these totes. Totes that hold our stuff. I wonder why sometimes if I am not using it do I need to fill totes with it. Why not just give it away or throw it out. I cringe at the thought.. I do it so I will have the room to go out and buy more stuff. Get the picture?
In my bedroom against one wall I have around twenty-five boxes of shoes. Now this is not counting the shoes under the bed, and in the closet, or the ones in totes. These are shoes that have been bought in the last six months. Why all the shoes? I keep thinking I may need them soon. Or I may need a certain color of shoe and won't have it or be able to buy it. So I am storing away for future use. I have not been able to buy any the last month and actually think I am having withdrawals.
They say hoarding is a mental illness. The need to have more and more of something, anything. We just don't want to run out. A real hoarder though doesn't care what they hoard, it can be papers. magazines, trash. Just piles and piles of things, until they no longer can get in their house.
Most of us aren't that type of hoarder, one who saves trash. But many of us just might be knocking on the door. I look around and see so many things I never use and still I want more. I just don't want to be where I don't have what I need. I have stuff everywhere, stuff that is stuffed into stuff to make more room for, you got it, more stuff. It's crazy really. The need we humans have to attain material things.
I saw a lady on the street awhile back that had her clothes in two black bags. A street person. I would say all her earthly possessions were in those bags. I wondered how I would make it with so few clothes and shoes, how would I exist without my stuff? It made me think of all the clothes I have that I really don't even wear. But I can't see myself getting rid of any of them. So I just buy more when I can and add to the already growing amount of stuff I already own.
The problem is the house we live in is over a hundred years old. The closets made back in the days when ladies had maybe three or four dresses and the gentlemen two pairs of pants and maybe three shirts. These closets were not made for the many clothes that I own. I know I need to pare back, make things simpler but I seem not to have the motivation to accomplish that project. I keep putting it off for later, tomorrow. But of course tomorrow never comes. Not for that anyway.
So I do my best to keep order in this house filled with all our stuff. And hold on tightly to material processions that really in the theme of life don't really mean a dang thing. I sometimes wish I lived in a little cabin by the river somewhere. Two pairs of jeans, two tops and one dress. Maybe three pairs of shoes. Just me and my "I", a little garden. Just a small cabin alone with very few items but myself and "I", No clutter, no fuss, no muss. Well maybe a radio, a Television, some books, Oh no here I go again. Dragging it all along. For now, I'm out of here.
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