Hey guys! This is my second entry! What an accomplishment… 🙂
So today I cleaned my study. Actually, more like cleaning to the max. My parents had me throw away everything I didn’t need. They’ve told me to do that before, but being an ardent, self-proclaimed pack rat, I needed everything and so the trash bins remained empty. Today, for the first time in my life, I was forced to throw everything out! All my notes from old courses that stacked up in closets over the past few years landed in recycling bins. A heap of books I’ll never read are now piled in the garage, waiting to be driven to the public library and possibly find a new home.
My room emptied and I feel really sad. The stupid thing is that I know I would never go back to my old Earth Science meteorology packet or read a random Business Statistics book my mom used a few years ago. Still, I wanted them at hand. My arguments were: “I want to look at the stuff I doodled in my 8th grade American History binder,” “I’m going to read Meals in Minutes, really! I promise I will if you let me keep it,” and “I’m going to use this outdated Roget’s Thesaurus that has pages falling out even though I use the internet each time I need to look up words. I’m going to need it.”
Yes, those are pathetic arguments, I know. And I know that it’s better to be free of the clutter. I have a better organized workspace now. Yet despite the logic and reasoning, I want to dash right now to the recycling bin and retrieve my French Infinitives Worksheet along with everything else. I get this regretful feeling that everything I throw away I kill. I wish I could “resurrect” everything I “killed” and store them all in a huge warehouse. Funny thing is I would probably never step foot into that warehouse if I had one.
Another funny thing is that my gene for “pack rattiness” wasn’t expressed when I was ripping the brains out of the short stories I wrote as a child. During that time I had contempt for everything I wrote (which I elaborated on in my “About” page). I’m guessing that even pack rats don’t keep things they hate. 😛
I just did some research on “pack rattiness.” I used Wikipedia… not the most reliable source (I once saw and deleted a random sentence about some guy liking homosexuals in the middle of an article about biology) but this isn’t an AP course research essay. I read that the National Study Group on Chronic Disorganization created a “Clutter Hoarding Scale.” It goes from “Level I Hoarder” to “Level V Hoarder.” At first, I laughed partially because I found “hoarder” to be a funny looking and sounding word but then I realized that compulsive hoarding is serious, even if it’s only mild with me. An elderly woman died when firefighters could not reach her in a fire because her house was flooded with clutter! You can read what I just read here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compulsive_hoarding
I’m glad to hear that drugs and psychotherapy are used to treat compulsive hoarding. From today’s journey, I discovered a little more about my “pack rattiness” and stretched my mind a little, learning about mental conditions. I just hope no one thinks I’m a freak for wanting to keep some books (yeah, just some…) and I really hope that when I’m older and have more responsibilities, I won’t give in to my hoarding genes and make my rooms look like this:
(Photo courtesy of Google Images)
Yuck. I promise myself right now that the above will never happen. 🙂 Remind me, guys, in ten years.
That’s it for today! I hope you had fun with me on my journey of discovering the meaning and condition behind the label, “pack rat.”
Thanks everyone! Goodnight.