Seriously-it does. *sigh* It's called "compulsive hoarding".
My mother was the worst. At least I thought she was. Not long ago I ran across this article and photographs and I changed my mind. Oh, and I also happened to just see a Cops episode where they were called to help this woman who fell. They could barely get inside her home. I couldn't watch it past the "hey,man, the floor is MOVING" part. There were dead cats and...skitters....(don't you dare ask me what skitters are!)
I've always understood that THAT could be me, and I always thought that THAT wasn't me. But it is. I'm a hoarder,too. It doesn't matter if I actually USE the crap I buy, I still buy tons of crap and it's still in boxes all over the house and under beds, and no I don't get credit because I buy yard sale crap or thrift shop crap. In the last few days I've pulled out some broken dishes and my nippers to get back to mosaic-ing a silver plated tea set. I realized I have a lot of stuff......and it's time for a yard sale! One of those "Clean House" yard sales where the stuff you decide to sell does NOT come back inside......OooOOOoooh Ms. Niecy, I wish I lived in the LA area!! LOL but that wouldn't work, my house needs to be finished first..and isn't that what started my collection of trash for my ideas of trash to treasure?? My art? My hoarding? My creativity? Dammit, all I need is a barn!! Storage for MY treasures....heh ..I better go back and look at those photos again.