Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Writing Prompt 9: Hoarding

Even reading this word makes me a little sick to my stomach as I am the quintessential "hoarder." I don't know when it started- my compulsive need to keep every fucking receipt, every fucking New Yorker I ever received, movie ticket stubs, fortunes from fortune cookies, letters, cards, cold medication, clothes that I will never wear! I don't really know why I keep all this crap because most of the time it makes me crazy. I hate living in clutter and yet I have only ever lived in clutter. It doesn't help that my partner is also a hoarder- a hoarder of furniture, magazines, broken shit he wants to try to fix (love you Mike!). I fear the day we get an attic or garage. We have already taken up quite a bit of his parents' attic. We have a chair in their rec room and a canoe sitting in their back yard. Part of me doesn't want to throw anything away cause I am convinced one day I will use it and save money (like cold medication) or it will save the day at a moment when all hope is lost (like pieces of a Halloween costume). Or maybe having "things" is my way of feeling like I have a space in the world. My brother is much neater than I am but also a "collector." When we were kids, we claimed our sides of the room by hanging posters, magazine rip-outs, trophies, coins, caught baseballs, shoes, cds, papers, the remote control. Some things never change.

1 comment:

Carmen said...

you don;t keep aaaaaaall your clothes. i think i have a few....