Friday, November 12, 2010

pack rat

I am a pack rat. I've been that way as long as I can remember. It only makes sense to keep something [or everything] forever and ever...just in case you might need it again...someday. Right?

K maybe not. I've also been trying to break myself of these habits as long as I can remember.

But to no avail.

Case in point:

Two of my roommates put together a box of clothing and shoes that they wanted to take to Goodwill. I thought, "This is the perfect time for me to get rid of all my crap." So I went through my closet and impulsively chose some shirts that I haven't worn since who-knows-when and decided to thrown them in the box. Then I looked through that box...of all my roommates' old stuff...and pulled out some things. So really, while I pulled about eight shirts out of my closet, I only really gained about three hangers. Along with five great new shirts.

Then my third roommate looked through some of my old shirts and decided to keep some of them. In the closet that is connected to mine.

Is it nerdy to say that the pack rat in me was secretly glad that these clothes would not be lost to me forever...just in case I suddenly had a burning desire to wear them again?

This is why I still have pictures that I made in the third grade and handouts I received in Young Women's from when I was 13.

I think I need therapy.