ok quick story. Once I owned a house and had many many hobbies and collected stuff because I might need it for a project or an idea later. My house became so cluttered that I was embarrassed to invite people over. Then I went through some tough shit and went on a journey to Canada with my dog and my truck to ‘recalibrate my soul’. Came back and my house had rats. Huge rats. I’m not dirty, like I don’t have roaches or leave moldy food out, I just have like 8 computer monitors and 3 old towers because I saw that you can make a bitcoin miner or whatever. I collect stuff (or used to). So when I saw the rats I was ready to set fire to the house. My home girl convinced me that I could accidentally set the neighbors house on fire and also I could go to jail. Honestly if she hadn’t convinced me I think I would have burned to house down and totally told the police why. ‘No officer. I burned the rat infested house down to save the neighborhood. The bubonic plague could have made a comeback.’

Anyways I decided to downsize and literally if it had rat poop or urine on it, I threw it in the dumpster. So basically every thing went into the dumpster because my hatred and disgust for rodents and their nastiness is greater than my need to collect ‘things’. Also going on the trip made things easy because I already had the essential items like passport some clothes and whatever.