Today’s post is inspired by a conversation with my friend Debb, who thinks I need an intervention for my reverse kleptomania. What’s so funny about this post is that I originally planned an article about hoarding today (you’ll get that next time). Read on to get the full story.
We’ve been downsizing in stages now for a few years, and things are starting to get really aggressive.
The house goes on the market in just a couple of weeks, and we want to have everything gone that isn’t essential for daily living or staging the house.
One of my strategies lately has been leaving/donating/gifting items every time I go somewhere. Debb calls this “reverse klepto” and calls me on it every time (sorta like the Sheriff of Nottingham to my merry Robin Hood).
A few instances of my reverse kleptomania:
- We went to an event last week and they requested canned good donations for a food bank. We have several canvas bags, so instead of using a plastic one I donated our cans in the canvas tote.
- One of my friends commented that she loved all kinds of music, and I still have a hundred or so CDs that have already been transferred to my iPod. I brought them to her at a party in yet another canvas bag.
- At a potluck I brought a plate of brownies and “forgot” the plate as I was leaving. This friend brought the plate back to me, and when I explained my strategy she laughed (but still gave me the plate back).
Instead of coveting things I’m always on the lookout for how other people can use my stuff. I don’t want to offload junk, but if I see a need I want to fill it, even if that person doesn’t quite realize they have the need yet. Just last night at a party I figured out the perfect person to get my crockpot.
Debb is like an eagle when I go to her house, and she does a bag check when I leave to make sure I’m taking everything with me. She’s tough, that one. But most everyone else is okay with my reverse kleptomania. At least those who realize I’m doing it.
I’m not sure if this makes me an evil person or not, especially since I stand on my figurative soapbox every week and talk about downsizing and decluttering. But I’m on a timeline, people!
So I’m opening up the comments below for your judgements, sympathies, and creative new terms for “reverse kleptomania.” Debb will be so happy to finally have a name for it.
PS – I’m going to a Superbowl party at Debb’s house this weekend, and I plan to bring a dress for one of the other guests. In one of my canvas bags, of course! hehehe