Alphabetizing Manga, Buried in Old Socks: Today I'm cleaning my brother's bedroom! →
You think you know a guy...
We're gearing up to sell the house soon, so we're purging, decluttering, and generally nuking all our old stuff from orbit; brodonley is out of town this weekend with friends at an anime convention. My brother has a lot
of old stuff.
Why, exactly, does he need his French textbook from three years ago? Where am I supposed to put his Japanese stuffed animals? Why does he have 45 t-shirts but only wears about 10 of them? How do I organize cables for nineteen electronic devices?
Half of me is really frustrated that his room has become a dumping ground and wants to throw it all away; half of me wants to tidy things up a little, but leave everything generally where it is (which is impossible, since the room was, until last night, brimming with stuff, and which we can't really show to prospective buyers).
Were you an incurable packrat at 18? Are most 18-year-olds? Why?
PS: Anyone want a house?