Greetings!
There was this kind of joy I used to feel whenever I looked at my wardrobe and saw the clothes lined up, along with those squeezed inside a bag that I hadn't used for a long while but still intended to use one day. Yes, it was more or less an emotional attachment, but the joy I found in hoarding was so mind-suiting.
Like I've said many times, I wasn’t fortunate enough to have as many fine clothes as people from wealthy families. Most of my clothes were gifts, and because I wasn’t sure of buying new ones in the months or years to come, I kept every single piece intact to use them as a mix-and-match to appear fresh once in a while. You know, even when some clothes are old, if they’re not worn for a long time, say up to five months, wearing them again gives this feeling of putting on new clothes—especially when they’re well kept and ironed.
I miss that part of me; those days were loads of fun. The joy of looking at my wardrobe and seeing different options, even when many of the clothes were hardly used, was something I cherished. Sometimes I would receive compliments from the person who gifted me the clothes, commending me for knowing how to keep and maintain clothes for a long time when they saw me wearing those clothes years after they gifted them. Nowadays, though, I think I’d find that kind of compliment awkward if it came my way. Yeah, imagining myself in such a situation feels a bit strange now; it seems too poverty-oriented. Lol
Another aspect of this hoarding was with electronics and gadgets. I derived so much joy from having all those electronics and gadgets intact, even when they weren’t in use. I inherited this habit from my dad, who still practices it to this day. My room at our villa has become a place where he now dumps all the electronics he's not using and doesn’t want to sell off or give away. We still have a black-and-white TV there, and it's in my room at home.
There was a certain feeling of pride in having so many gadgets; it gave a "big boy" vibe that I used to enjoy a lot back then. If my phone broke and was beyond repair and I eventually bought a new one, you’d never see me dispose of the damaged one. I'd keep it on my table for people to see that I once had such a "fine" phone. Often, I believed the phone could become useful one day or maybe a miracle would happen and it would work again. Lol.
In exposing myself a bit here, I still have a power bank that broke last year and is beyond repair. I can’t seem to let go because I believe it might work again one day, even though I’ve already replaced it with another one. Guiltily, that part of me still struggles to let go, because I miss it so much. Don’t hit on me. Lol.
Thanks for reading.
This is my entry to #KISS prompt of the week
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