Remember when I said the other day that I had forgot what I was going to post about?!
Well, I just remembered!
(So, just pretend like I wasn’t forgetful and this the actual introduction, okay?)
So, I was cleaning up my room a few days ago, doing the usual, tossing unwanted stuff, throwing out trash, giving away old clothes. . .
And, that’s when I remembered something I used to do when I was a little girl!
So, it may just be me, but does anyone else remember feeling sympathy for objects?
For example, when I was little, maybe eight or nine, I would do the laundry in the house—In fact, I still do it to this day—and when it came time to search for hangers in my parents’ closets, I always felt bad.
You see, as a child, I felt so bad for each hanger that didn’t get picked to have some clothing item hung on it! 😂🤣
Isn’t that CRAZY?!
Without out fail, I would be overwhelmed with sadness for the hangers that would have to be “naked” until the next day when I would choose them for the next load of laundry!!!
I used to do the same thing with my parents, themselves!
If I kissed my mom, then I felt obligated to kiss my dad, otherwise he would feel left out or that I was showing favoritism to my mom—At least, that’s what my tiny, little girl logic was. 🤣😊
Anyway, when I was cleaning my room, that same sympathy as a child came over my body as I was throwing out the movie DVD cases that I no longer had movies for!
I had kept them for years, but I decided it was time to throw them out and then I had a GUILTY conscience for getting rid of them. . .
And, that is the story of how I became a hoarder. . .
Just kidding, but this literally JUST happened!!! 🙄😂
I’m not joking!
I know, I’m crazy. 😊😏
Anyway, it just amazed me how I could feel such sympathy for an object again!
Maybe one day I’ll grow out of it, but I hope I never do!
Stay tuned for my next post. . .