Originally Posted by
kevansvault
Ugh, better you than me. I can't stand dealing with my own shit, let alone anyone else's. And then there's the emotional attachment to that box of Froot Loops they've had since they were seven when their mom died. Nope, count me out. But if that is what you're good at, more power to you. But I think for the most part they do it right. Part of the problem with hoarders is that they just can't separate themselves from their "things", fully believing those "things" are integral or somehow "required" for them to function on a daily basis. That's all too frustrating for me to even think about, let alone contemplate helping someone with.
Oh, and I spent last night with 12 teenage boys at my house. We told my 16 year old he could have some friends over, I guess "some" meant an even dozen. Played a game called Slenderman, I'm sure you can find the legend on YouTube. Kinda like hide and seek meets scooby doo in the woods...four miles from my house on foot...in the middle of the night. It was fun though, and none of us came home with anything more than scratches (damn those hidden thornbushes). Oh, and my 10 year old is fearless. Crazy little shit just left me in the woods with no flashlight to "find someone else" and "make sure no one was around". Then he outlasted my teen as the host of the party and stayed up til 0300 watching SouthPark episodes with his older brother's friends.