Hoarders

Have you seen these people known as Hoarders? They collect, save, refuse to discard so many items that it takes over their homes, families and lives. Collections of junk that should have set to the curb long ago, yet they remain in piles, floor to ceiling. Some save these things because they supposedly have sentimental value; some because they may “need” it at a later date; and some because they just can’t let go.

I consider myself a hoarder, only I do not hoard physical objects. What I hoard does not fill my home, only my mind. What I hoard cannot not be seen to the people who walk into my life. What I hoard does not stack floor to ceiling. I am a memory hoarder. A hoarder of hopes and dreams. A hoarder of what might have been.

I guess this is what was meant by, “you have detachment issues.” Yes, I am hoarding that statement. Things that should just be set to the curb remain burnt into the depths of my mind. I don’t know why I am a hoarder, and I don’t know how to de-clutter the big ‘ole mess. No one else can throw these things out. No one can come in and remove the objects. Just like hoarders of physical objects, my life goes on despite the clutter and mess.

Perhaps it is time to clean out the closets, yet I reserve the right to hoard in the future... just sayin...