33/365 – I admit it, I have a thing for pencils. 3H pencils, not HB, hate those soft ones, they wear down too fast. And they need to be sharp, which is why they are always point up, ready to stab. But I am not a collector of masses of stuff, I have neither the room nor the inclination. My father was a hoarder, I would rather live without than live with too much. I like neat and tidy spaces… no, I don’t have it in me to be a hoarder, at least I hope not.
We’ve been watching a TV show on A&E the past couple of weeks, one that makes me squirm in horror. Not because it is full of blood and gore, logically I know that’s a graphic representation. No, this show is all too true and hits close to home. It’s called “Hoarders” and it’s unbelievable. Actually, I should rephrase that, it’s completely believable because I’ve experienced trying to help clean up a hoarders home, but it’s just beyond comprehension that people can get to such a point.