With neighbors like this…
…who needs curb appeal?
I’d love to see that annoyingly obsessive Marie Kondo try to simplify this residential landfill. She can start on Step 2 since it looks like this homeowner in LA’s Koreatown has already tackled Step 1.
1. Make a Pile of Your Belongings
Yeah, a “pile.”
Not sure if that’s pile or a new geological stratum. The neighbors’ first mistake: asking the city of Los Angeles for help. Unless it’s a matter involving face coverings or mandatory vaccinations, the city is useless.
Hoarding is a bizarre behavioral dysfunction. In all forms it assumes throughout its diagnostic spectrum, it is a form of self-debasement. In some cases, such as the dramatic examples reserved for television reality, the debasement is inhumanly vile. They wallow in animal filth.
In lighter cases, it’s a compulsive, hopeless expression of inner discord and loss of self.
I experienced a “transient” period of hoarding in 2005 following a serious car accident. My hoarding involved paper: junk mail, expired documents, receipts, bills, shopping lists, books. In 2005, paperless society had yet to instill its digital economy as ubiquitously as now so paper flowed heavily and freely. And it flowed right into my apartment and it never left. This went on for several years and the orderly piles just kept piling. I finally came to my senses and began throwing out all paperwork I didn’t need while switching to Kindle books and online billing for most of my accounts, but a deep sense of laziness prevented me from cleaning up the accumulation.
So everything sat until I finally moved out of the apartment.