For almost as long as there have been chickens and eggs, there have been throwers and keepers. It’s what makes the world go ‘round. If you happily discard all the things you aren’t currently using every time spring cleaning comes around, you’re probably a thrower. If, on the other hand, spring cleaning turns into a walk down memory lane just from looking at the stub of an old movie ticket and you end up getting rid of next to nothing, a keeper you are.
I, for one, am definitely a keeper. And, take my word for it, it’s more a curse than a blessing. For one thing, the keepsakes I have gathered over the years end up taking up a lot of space. Besides, if on top of being a keeper, you’re as disorganized as I am, your place will soon be so crowded with boxes, piles of papers and various knick-knacks that you will be too embarrassed to have your friends over for dinner.
I have also been unlucky enough to always find myself living with a thrower, be it a relative or a roommate. Throwers can be quite heartless – that is, if you ask a keeper. Thus, I got my heart broken more than once when I discovered that my live-in thrower had overnight got rid of my most precious possessions. My mother “accidentally” throwing away my coin collection certainly takes the cake.
I wish I could change but so far all my attempts have failed. I wonder if it’s because the whole thing is genetically determined. The one thing I know for sure is that I’m not looking forward to the impending spring cleaning!