Sometimes when I’m thrifting I’ll see something that just speaks to me. It’s never anything I need to survive, except that in some strange way, I do. Need it, that is. And, if the thing is only a few dollars, the decision is easier to justify. A part of me worries though that I’m one fine line away from officially being a hoarder, so I hem and haw. Usually, I’ll see something in this category and tell myself: I’ll just carry this businessman trophy around for a while and see if I still want it later. Turns out that yes, I did in fact need that:
If I die buried under a pile of businessman trophies, I’ll know I should’ve put it back.