My wife likes to collect everything and also preserve everything — especially from the kids. We have stored away in an endless array of clear plastic bins clothing from when they were young to their homework assignments to the previous “vision” she had for the house — boxes upon boxes of pillows and curtains and more pillows and more curtains. To me, it’s maddening. I am tempted to call the junk man to just dive into my garage, which is now stacked floor to ceiling with a lifetime’s worth of junk, and just throw it away. If I did so, I don’t think she’d even notice, which is the irony.
I also have an entire store’s worth of art supplies, sowing materials, beads, blank canvases, paint and brushes. The list is endless and there’s barely anything of mine mixed in with the boxes, aside from 1 or two boxes of baseball cards and some tools.
I’ve spoken to colleagues and friends about this and it seems, if I might be so bold, the foraging of nonsense and storing of memories is primarily a female trait —- which of course is a FLAW since when we die our children will simply TOSS all of this shit away — post haste — sans the valuables.
This is why women can’t trade well —- too emotional, fixed on sentimentality —- always trying to get back former glory and unable to move forward with the new reality.If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter