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[sophistry]

I have a slight hoarding problem. Just a smidge. *coughUNDERSTATEMENTcough* So the process of packing everything up and throwing away as much as possible - for the second time this year - is just a wee bit traumatic. Such that, after throwing away a full third of all my clothes, when I find myself anxiously trying to sneak tchotchkes and old coverless cushions and junk off the general for-dumping pile, that is when I need to go be alone in my attic kingdom.

Meaning, dad - please don't pick hiding-time to shout at me to finish clearing my old room. I WILL. I just. need. to chill. for a bit.

Comments

[angryhamster.livejournal.com]

you've done so much moving around, i seriously don't know how you haven't killed everyone yet.

my sympathies.

[genarti]

Oh, do I know how you feel. I can (mostly, sorta, with wailing and gnashing of teeth) deal with the kind of moving that means I gather stuff for a year in a dorm and figure out what I want to bring while leaving everything else in its piles of sentimental value and MAYBE I WILL WANT THIS SOMEDAY and so forth in my room. But the kind that involves throwing things out? AUGH.

*builds giant blanket fort around your attic*

[unravels.livejournal.com]

Quiet time is important. If people only understood that it was for their own benefit. *sigh*

Btw, every time I see that icon I laugh out loud. This is less than decorous at work.