dburrows/ blog/ entry/ from-blogspot/ Taming the Inner Pack Rat

Hi, my name is Daniel Burrows, and I'm a pack rat.

It all started so innocently. As a kid, I'd hang on to little trinkets and gadgets from my Christmas stockings, but it didn't take long for the habit to become more serious. This has all come to a head now, as I'm boxing up all of my worldly possessions in order to ship them across the country (into a hypothetical apartment to be purchased with money from a hypothetical job, but neveryoumind). In the process, I have come across:

Why do I hold onto this stuff? A lot of it is demonstrably useless, and even the stuff that is hypothetically useful I've never actually used. Well, there are a number of reasons. It's partly that some of this stuff was given to me by relatives, and I'm a bit hesitant to discard it lest they notice and/or buy me another one on the grounds that I ran out. There's also the fact that a lot of it is stuff that I might theoretically want. Some day. And some of it has sentimental value or attached memories.

However, I think that these are all just rationalizations; the pack-rat behavior is much more fundamental. I simply have a deep and overriding conviction that if I throw anything away -- anything! -- that something bad will happen someday. This is, of course, absurd. But nonetheless I put up with tripping over a broken CRT screen (although I finally removed that from my apartment) and the leftover building tiles from when the floor was put in (which I could easily have dumped on the landlady) because "you never know, it might come in handy, and if you throw it out, you'll be sorry!" I've let the stuff I actually use get crowded into cramped and inconvenient spaces in order to make room for stuff I've never touched.

So, I decided, enough is enough. I'm dumping as much stuff as I can in this move, whether by giving it to Goodwill, foisting it off on some relative or other, or tossing it in the trash. I set a bar when I started packing: aside from some small items that I'll probably want someday as relics of the vanished past, stuff is only going into boxes if I might actually use it in my next apartment. Everything else gets The Boot. So long to the rickety Wal-Mart CD holder (which was "modular", meaning the individual pieces tended to separate and fall over, dumping all your CDs on the floor), the unopened Walkman, and the tiny desk lamp I could never get bulbs for.

How bad is the situation?

Well, the crown jewel -- the defining element, if you will -- of my museum of useless trash is the computer game box collection. No, not a computer game collection -- those are in my stack of CDs (along with dozens of CDs from book covers, Windows driver CDs for random hardware, bad image manipulation programs that came with my camera, and old PC game magazine demo disks) and floppies (yes, I have a couple dozen floppies too; I doubt any of them are even readable any more, or that I could use the information on them if they are). I'm talking a computer game box collection. You see, back when I bought large numbers of computer games (i.e., high school), I got into the habit of lining up the boxes on my bookshelf, "for easy access"...and, of course ENTIRELY coincidentally, to show off all the cool games I had.

And hey, some of those boxes are pretty spiffy. But I just dug a good-sized cardboard box out of my closet that is entirely filled with computer game boxes. I haven't even compressed them by folding them down; most of them are still full of empty air or -- worse -- hold the cardboard packing material (to keep their shape) and some warranty/registration information. One box has an Electronic Arts catalogue from 1999. This is simple insanity.

...except, will these things sell for good money on eBay some day?

Oh shoot.

I'm doomed.

Comment by Anonymous at 12:08 AM:

Heh - I have a nerdy way to declutter.

First, calculate what you believe is a reasonable volume of posessions for one adult male. A good unit is "boxes".

Second, eliminate everything past that threshold.

Third, maintain this volume as best as possible.

Comment by Anonymous at 3:42 AM:

omg, this is so familiar, it's scary..