Does the hoarding mindset allow clutter to reside within the space it’s allowed to have, unchecked? Yesterday, before going out, I saw a note on the door to my apartment-mansion stating that management would be touring apartments. I’ve already cleared out all the unchecked clutter so I felt confident to let them be. I can invite people over now, whereas in my old place, I could not. I’ve learned to keep my open space saved.
I found this brake pad along my first walkabout since current events made life weird. I picked it up with gloves to feel its weight. This is a neglected object I most surely would have taken home with me years ago… It, along with a take-one-leave-one book kiosk or free library, reminded me that it’s up to us to decide how we want to control our hoarding tendencies or even how we live our lives.
Any object I’ve really hated owning, I’ve already gotten rid of by now. The remaining few might be hiding in boxes, unintentionally waiting to reveal themselves to me. These are items that might remind me of negative events or people I don’t respect. The item can remain the same but when the relationship changes, that’s when we might be more apt to throw stuff out. Below, I’ll write about one such example, then mediate further.
Some objects I love are the photos I have of my childhood dog Patrick. Whenever I see these photos, I smile, because he was smiling. He, overall, led a good life. Although at times there are melancholy feelings as I review these photos, thinking about shouldas-wouldas-and-couldas, if I look at them earnestly, those potentially lukewarm feelings are replaced more with warm sensations. He was so happy. I love objects like those that inspire positive feelings.
The easiest answer I can give to the question of what objects, in general, do I dislike is “anything with no apparent value for me.” An object I like is my City of Seattle first-aid kit. Inside it was once first-aid items from the 80s. Although I once liked these objects as they were part of an aesthetic whole, and something Adam Savage talks about on Tested frequently, I find I don’t like these objects.
I thought of giving this object away. It’s a City of Seattle first-aid kit I bought for a dollar at a garage sale some years ago. When I needed it, it was full of medical supplies from the 80s, so I put all that stuff away for later donations, and put in bandages and other things I could actually use. The more I consider, however, the more I realize I like this object. Materialistic much?
Mementos were probably once the prizes of accomplishing major achievements, like killing a sabertooth, but now manifest in having gone to cool parts of town like a new thrift store to get some neat-looking junk. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just important to recognize what it is: a trap. It’s OK to buy new things, but when we don’t recognize them as having been such trophies, we might subconsciously want to keep them longer…
I was talking to someone about their addictive behavior when I took a look at myself. I write thousands of words daily. Perhaps too many? I keep it in check well enough, I suppose. I try not to overextend my efforts in writing, but the reason why I push myself as hard as I do is because, frankly, I hate my job and my living situation. They are my least-worst conditions, though, so it’s acceptable.
To my left, I had two stacks of DVDs I’d decided years ago I didn’t want, months ago I still didn’t want, weeks ago I couldn’t sell even at an offensive loss, and finally hours ago had decided enough’s enough. Seven remained from those stacks. Those seven represent the weight my overall collection carries in my mind. Although I liked some of the movies I’ll be donating from those two stacks, I wouldn’t re-purchase them.
I learned this early on into my Moving Zeal adventures, but it bears repeating since I’m doing the same thing, but slightly differently this time. When I moved out of the old place, I scrutinized whether I wanted to keep or donate everything that was bulky, compared to smaller items. This helped me clear out the biggest items I had no attachment to, and now, too, I have to decide which comparably “bulky” can go.