Holy crap are we packrats.
Yesterday evening, The Husband What Rules and I went through three boxes of gaming stuff. Not gaming books, gaming STUFF. These boxes held folder upon folder of old campaign notes, old character sheets, maps, etc… Allow me stress that: THREE BOXES of this crap. Two legal archive boxes and one bigger one.
Let me say this again: THREE BOXES.
Most of it is getting recycled. I held onto a couple of old character sheets, Lance from the Wall game and Nightingale from the first Marvel game we played with Deke. But most of it got recycled.
In the course of this move we’ve junked a lot of stuff. A lot of my old Happy Meal toy collection, since I played with them and didn’t worry about keeping them nice, a lot of souvenir pens people get for me everywhere they go. I’m giving away notebooks and journals like a crazy woman. I will never, ever need to buy pens, pencils, colored pencils, pastels or crayons again. I have given away most of my Legos, the Playmobile stay.
We’ve culled two large boxes of CDs and one of gaming books (mostly first edition WoD). We took TEN bags of clothes to Goodwill. Kitchen garbage bags, not grocery bags. I still have a bag of shoes to go through.
I’ve tossed several pieces of artwork, including the complete set of signed and numbered Overstreet Limited edition prints from the first Vampire book, some of them had gotten banged up, one had been peed on by a cat. I’ve hung everything framed, and am working on slowly framing or giving away everything else. (The Goat-headed Boy currently occupies a place of prominence, and my signed Elric print is hanging over the mantel.)
The truth of the matter is, we keep way too much crap. If nothing else, this move has brought that home to us in a big way. However, thinking on it I realize that an awful lot of our friends are also packrats. We tend to hold on to things that, really, are we ever going to play that Paladin we got up to 18th level again? I mean, that was two or three editions ago.
And the obsolete console systems… We still have a Turbografix, a SEGA Genesis and a Dreamcast, in addition to the Wii and Xbox.
Seriously, is packrat just the nature of the geek beast?
We’re desperately trying to dig out and break the programming that makes us hold on to stupid amounts of stuff.
What say you, geeks? Is packrat just the nature of Geek? If so, how do you break the programming?
Right now the culling is pretty easy because we hate everything we own, but what I’m most interested is how do we not let it creep up on us again? NOW I say I’m not buying anymore journals or pens or pencils (fountain pen refills are of course exempt), but how do I stick with it? How do I resist that perfect sweater or pair of shoes or game book or dice or, or, or…? We’re trying to institute a one for one law: If we have one and we want to buy a new one, the old one has to go first. The first casualty of the new one for one law is my favorite old grey v-necked sweater. Let’s see if I stick to it.