It may seem to be a strange time to write about hoarders or “pack rats,” what with the USA going to hell in a hand basket under the depraved leadership of the Biden administration. But I need to block off that portion of my awareness and keep it in a “safe space” where it cannot plunge me into a severe depression. What that man is doing to our once great nation and its reputation around the world is absolutely disgraceful, to the worst degree. And yet he can and will probably do even worse. To all who voted for him: Only you deserve what he’s doing. The rest of us do not. I hope you’re coming to your senses and realizing that your Trump Derangement Syndrome was the real pandemic of the last several years. But to the subject at hand.
I lived with hoarders all of my life, and it turned me into a fanatical anti-clutter nut. I hate clutter! Don’t understand how anyone can live among masses of stuff surrounding them throughout their homes with little trails cut into the mess which only reach essential areas, like the kitchen sink, the bed, etc. Everywhere else is smothered by a hodgepodge of “stuff” from floor to ceiling. Each hoarder has his/her own special style of hoarding, but since the sight of masses of things is overwhelming to non-hoarders, they all end up looking pretty similar.
Sometimes it’s a matter of one being an overworked slob with a chaotic mind and no sense of order, as with work areas jammed with stuff, like the above pic. Although I think most hoarding stems from worrying about the state of the world and of their lives, as in wanting to have plenty of spares and huge stockpiles of anything that either is essential or might come in handy or even pleasing or cute someday, for when everything has gone to hell and we can’t get stuff anymore. Makes sense in a way. But who wants to live like that? Not me!
I say hoarding makes sense only in that all of my family except for me are or were hoarders, and over the years many of their hoarded items have been put to good use by me, in loving memory of them after they passed on. I got Mike Lindell’s My Pillows, a supply of tooth brushes, cotton swabs, flash lights, etc., etc.. Boring stuff to write about, but that’s too bad, haha. Anyhow, having hoarders in the family is like having your own sundries store, and it’s free!
That’s the good part. The awful part is the cleanup, as you can well imagine. The things you’ll find in those piles, too, wow. Years ago in my mom’s collection I found several rare antique vases, etc., which I sold for boo-koo bucks to uppity antique dealers. Hoarders also provide their loved ones with adventures like that…dealing with testy dealers who make you feel like you’re assaulting them for coming in and offering such “tawdry” pieces (like beautiful Rookwood vases) for “so much money.” Yet they usually come around and give you what you wanted in the first place, even though you started out much higher.
I have one more hoarder left in the family, but he’s sort of succumbed to my relentless nagging and preaching about it and has hauled away tons of stuff to thrift stores and such. Still, there are tons left, so more nagging and preaching are in order, along with my hauling stuff away from his house as well.
You won’t find anything resembling hoarding in my home, except for my purse collection, all of which I USE, however. And some spares of household items all in one closet. I’m a neat freak if not so much a clean freak. I’ll dust and clean on occasion but hey, one doesn’t want to get too carried away with that! Mainly I have everything in its place and ample empty space, and yes, I’m one of those kooks who cannot have a crooked picture hanging on the wall without it bitching at me to come straighten it.
I know this is probably boring to any readers, but I wanted to share the (public domain) hoarding pics seen here and thought I’d blither some using my poor old typing fingers to at least explain why the pics are posted. Whoever you are, reading this, I hope you got something out of it.