1/11/2011

Hoarder

I've been watching Hoarders. I understand that these people have very real mental troubles that I am not attempting to make light of. The show itself, however, makes a good drinking game. Rules: Hoarding due to tragedy - shot; Animals involved - shot; Hoarder is resistant to the whole process - shot; That one male organizer is being a dick - shot; Male Hoarder - 2 shots; hell, finish the bottle if you spot this rarity.
Hoarders makes me feel better as a housekeeper, but only because I recognize that it's a glimpse of what my life would have been like if I'd never married and had kids, and possibly even what my life will become once the kids have moved out and my husband has left me for Terry Farrell. I love to shop. I am reluctant to get rid of things. I don't have sufficient space for the things I currently have. I would have animals if it weren't for my allergies. Since I've started watching the show, though, I have been able to get rid of things, and I haven't bought as much. I've also thought more about what I am buying, whether I truly love or need it. Some things that I buy I never think of again, and that's the habit I need to break. If I don't, someone may have to call A&E.