I woke up this morning with the intention of doing a bit of de-cluttering. Bit of a general clear out. So far, I’ve been unsuccessful. I sorted through all the stuff on my desk, put it into piles and then put most of it back on my desk. “So what?” I hear you say, through a big yawn.
Well, it’s a big what. First of all, to give you an example of what I’m talking about, here’s a small bit of cluttered space that is to the left of where I’m typing right now;
Hoarding is going to be a new addition to the next edition of the official diagnostic manual (DSMV) coming out in 2013. That means that people will be diagnosed as hoarders. Clutter is becoming officially problematic. And it is a very serious and sad issue for some people. Other people are probably happy hoarders and their piles of books, newspapers, obituaries, electrical goods, bric-a-brac, cat figurines or whatever it is, have a lot of meaning for them.
My younger sis, Sammy Seal, has always maintained I’ve got a ‘keep stuff’ disorder. She would have diagnosed me with hoarding years ago, if the ‘problem’ had been constructed earlier. She clears out her stuff on a regular basis and has a tidy old gaff. I’ve kept every card/letter/school report/school books, etc that I’ve received, and done the same for the kidlets. That is a lot of stuff, without all the other stuff that is lying around.
So what should I do? When I was on the phone, I couldn’t sit down as the settee/chairs were full of stuff. Our home could be lovely with a good clear out.
“CHUCK IT ALL OUT”, you scream, “You are a LOSER HOARDER”.
But we might need it.