I admit it. I'm a packrat.
I don't know where I got my Depression-era mentality, but if it looks like it might every be used for anything, I have a hard time throwing it away. A sampling_
- Pencil with chewed up eraser? Well... It still writes fine.
- Five hundred AOL cds? I might become crafty and build something.
- Giant Afro Wig? I shouldn't even have to explain why I'm keeping this one.
The key, I've determined, is to be ruthless. Wait until you're pissed off at the world, and then attack your pile of crap.
"Sentimental my ass! You're getting pitched! Why the hell do I keep this shit around - trash it all! Aaaaaauuuurghhh!"
With this kind of mentality, I've sorted through my belongings and come up with four or five boxes of stuff to donate to goodwill. And If I can do it, you too can make a significant dent in the amount of rubbish in your life.
Just don't blame me next week when you urgently need that dashboard hula dancer.