Where Does All the Junk Come From?

  In preparation for the up and coming move into the back bedroom of the house, I spent the night cleaning and clearing out my room.   I swear to god, the junk fairy keeps coming into my room and leaving crap that I don't need.  Every time I clean my room I throw away a big garbage bag of stuff.  Every time.  I don't buy stuff I don't use anymore, so I am not sure where all this stuff is coming from.  Maybe it's just the items I couldn't throw away last time but am able to this time.  Nevertheless, my room looks a lot better.
  I finally got rid of my desktop computer, which has been sitting dormant in my room for the last year and a half, after spending a long, tedious hour going through all the files and making sure I saved the ones I wanted; only then did I format the hard drive.   It's so nice to have that out of my room; it was taking up so much space!  I am planning to get myself a normal, conventional desk to write and study at.  
  I am still weary of getting rid of some things, which I really don't need in my life.  But as I already mentioned that in my last post I won't get into it again.    I was going to throw away all my old Nintendo consoles, but my cousin "strongly" persuaded me otherwise.  Apparently, I should sell them since I need the money; in yet another one of her infinite acts of kindness, she has offered to sell them for me.  While I have thought of selling them before, (I have three Gameboys, a Nintendo Game Cube, and all the accessories and games to go with them), I am just too lazy to do so.  Even giving them away for free seems to be a pain in the ass; you still have to put an ad in Cragslist, wait for a response, and arrange a pick up time with the person.  No way am I going to that much trouble when the garbage can is waiting with open arms, as it were.   So I gave in to her pleas (for she was pleading with me to let her sell them) and there's now three boxes of stuff with her name on it in my living room.  There's a few other things I don't use, but am keeping nevertheless; my DVD box sets, my writings and work from high school, and my sketch books, to name a few.  There's just some things that have to many memories to throw out.
  I just got rid of things today; I still need to clean the room.  I haven't cleaned anything in there yet, except for a little light dusting as I went along.  Cleaning it is not going to be an effortless task; everything needs to be done from vacuuming to washing the walls.  Yet that won't be until I have gotten all my things out of the room, which is still about a month away.  In the meantime, I want to get as much done as possible; as I said I haven't cleaned, really cleaned, up my room in about a year.   I will work on it some more tomorrow.
  There's something to be said to the almost therapeutic effect of cleaning though; it focuses your mind and allows you to temporarily let go of all the problems in your life.  Yet after all's said and done it's still cleaning; and really, who likes to do that?

I Admit It; I'm a bit of a PackRat

 Well, lot's of people do it; keep things in their house they don't use.  I do it as well; there's just a part of you that's attached to those items, even if you haven't used or looked at them in months or years.  Having to move into the back room of my house and clearing out my current room in the process, I look around and see thousands of dollars of things I don't use.
  Obviously, some things I do use and just have a lot of; for example I have two bookcases filled with novels.  I haven't read some of them in years but sooner or later I know I will go back to them.  The movies, on the other hand, are a different matter.  When you can watch virtually any movie or show online now, why would you want to, or need to, keep the physical DVDs?  I probably have around FIVE HUNDRED DVDs!  Do I ever watch any of them?  Nope, not a one; why then do I have such a hard time with the thought of throwing them out?  Maybe it's the money I spent on them, or the hundreds of hours I spent renting and burning copies of them.  For some reason or other I don't want to throw them out.  Yet the thing is, aside from the box sets I have, I know I will never watch them again; why would I bother when it's so much easier to watch the same thing online?
  When I was young I often would watch movies a million times; now I watch them once and move on to something new.  That is to say when I watch a movie, which is about once every two to three months.  It just doesn't interest me to sit and stare at a TV watching a stupid story of someone's imagination unfold.  I'd rather write, read a book, learn something new, go for a walk...there's so many more interesting things to do then watch tv.  Of course, I have my vices too; I have a peculiar weakness for vampire shows; there's a few other shows I follow during the fall as well.  Nevertheless, it's a very very small part of my life. Very small.
   It amazes me that when I clean my room (I'm ashamed to admit that's not very often), I always have a garbage bag of sh*t I throw out.  Why then does my room never seem to have less stuff in it?  I'm stumped; one of the mysteries of life I guess!  Since I am going to be moving all my stuff into the back room, I have to go through everything.  It's not going to be fun and I must say I'm dreading the task.  When I do go through it though, I am vowing to get rid of everything and anything I haven't used in the last few months; books and sentimentals being the exception.  The room I am moving into is going to be bigger but I am not entertaining the thought that I can have more room for cr*p.  I want the room to be as minimal as possible in material possesions, and have a lot of space to move in there.   My wonderful cousin has offered to help me sort through and get rid of stuff I don't need; she might rescind her offer though when she sees the state of my room.
   This is the perfect analogy of my life at the moment; sorting through everything and getting rid of the crap that's cluttering it up.  While it will be a big task, I am happy and grateful to say I don't have to do it alone.