“Hell hath no fury like a woman bent on becoming minimalist.”
If hoarding is a disease, I’m pretty sure I’ve developed the opposite one.
Is there a name for throwing out everything you own? Oh, wait… I think it’s called “minimalism”.
So much more socially acceptable… and yet so much more disturbing.
I’ve always been a bit compulsive about organization. When we were younger my brother claimed if I vacuumed my room one more time there wouldn’t be any carpet left. I’m not sure what the crazy fixation is, but lately it’s gotten worse.
I think it’s our micro-apartment containing three humans and one 99 lb. dog. If we don’t get a yard soon there are going to be exactly three plates, five forks, and three spoons left in our apartment. Also one Tiny Human and a dog. That’s it. Because my man will be out scavenging for furniture… or possibly a toilet to sit on.
So what’s the least you can live with? Would you want to live that way?
Image courtesy of Hoover(r).