Dad, we're NEVER GONNA USE THIS SHIT!!!

Encephalon and I were talking, and the conversation turned to the idea of storage space... or lack thereof. Tomorrow, i'll be helping clean my best friend's house, because both her and her parents SUCK at cleaning up and throwing shit away. What makes the job so difficult is that they need to inspect every single thing thrown away, because it 'might be important'. We're not even talking sentimental stuff either, its stuff like a newspaper from last month.

That's when I realized that my family is the SAME WAY. We keep the most random shit, but when it comes to throwing it out, people get all huffy. For instance, my mom threw a hissy fit when my sister and I were attempting to make room in the hallway by throwing out all our old Halloween costumes... from when we were four. The boxes were placed in the basement instead. Out of date encyclopedias. Kerosene heaters that dont work. Furniture that's been down in the basement so long its growing mold, yet the idea of throwing it away... practically brings tears.

So I guess the question is... anyone else's families like this? What kind of random, run of the mill shit do your folks, siblings, or you insist on keeping around, despite no sentimental attachment, no meaning to it whatsoever? Anything you look at in your house and think, "Why do we still have this... we're NEVER GONNA USE THIS SHIT!"

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by 343 Guilty Spark

Man... My old man pulls the EXACT SAME SHIT and flips the fuck out every time we throw shit away. If I REALLY want things gone from the house and I know he won't notice, I have to wait until he takes one of his out of town trips at which point I take his truck, pull it into the driveway in reverse, fill it with as much as I can and drive 15 minutes to the landfill to drop it off just to clear some room. To this day, he doesn't know that I do this because (surprise) he doesn't know the garbage is gone because (surprise again) HE'S NEVER GONNA USE THAT SHIT!!!

This is exactly what has had to be done with my best friend's house. While her parents were on vacation, a dumpster was brought in to clean the house. Place sparkled by the time we were done... within 2 weeks it looked like shit again.

Also, while 'cleaning' today, I was basically subjected to being inspected... every pile of papers I threw away, her dad picked up and re-inspected, as if I didnt know what an important document looked like. Again, I wasnt aware that the sports section of a New York Times from last month could be important!

There's nowhere I can't reach.