It is not only physical objects that humans collect or hoard. We also like to acquire and hold on to fame, fortune, success, pleasure and good feelings and relationships.
Revealingly, the definition of compulsive hoarding spelt out in yesterday’s blog applies equally well here. Our relentless pursuit of the above “possessions” not only clutters our spaces so as to preclude activities for which these spaces are designed, but also causes distress or impairment in functioning.
These lines from Rod Stewart’s I Was Only Joking express it well:
“Never found a compromise
Collected lovers like butterflies
Illusions of that grand first prize
Are slowly wearing thin”