I watch a lot of reality television. It may not always be “quality” entertainment, but boy howdy is it some quantity entertainment.

Judge as you must, but I LOVE hoarders. Watching as those crazy people cling desperately to their belongings! Idiots…

Oh, crap! What’s that? My rental company just threw away a huge amount of my treasured belongings without me knowing it? That’s how hoarders are created, people.

When your child asks you “Mommy, where do hoarders come from?” The answer is that they have traumatic experiences where they lose something important to them and that snaps something in their brain to make them cling to everything they ever touch (in some cases that includes their own bodily excretions). An alternate explanation is “a magical stork brings them tons of crap overnight.” Depends on the age of the child and their level of cognitive development.

I know there are bigger issues in the world. I’m not starving to death from a famine or in the middle of a war zone. But it is upsetting to have a large amount of things you were saving just suddenly disappear.

I’ve been meaning to try and downsize my collection of “stuff.” If for no other reason than the fact that I don’t have any desire to find rat carcasses buried under layers of crap in my house. This just wasn’t the way I wanted the downsizing to happen.

So what does this snarky self-helper think is the moral of this story? Stuff is just stuff in the long run. Friends, family and memories are far more important.

I’ll just blissfully ignore the fact that I would still have friends, family and memories even if my stuff hadn’t been tossed in a dumpster.

Thought I was going to end all touchy feely, huh? You obviously don’t know me at all.