Guest post by Blog Manager Robbi Hess
I was reading an article today about items you should be buying in bulk and it got me to thinking of my obsessive impulse to buy more Peter Pan Peanut Butter than I will ever be able to eat in a lifetime. Well, I take that back, if the zombie apocalypse happens and I can't get to a grocery store, I will certainly have more protein than I ever need. Add to that, Peter Pan is a great way for me to hide the medicine that Henrietta is on and will be for the rest of her life because of her bad knees.
I've convinced myself that it's necessary to have so much peanut butter on hand because many years ago Peter Pan was recalled and I spent entirely too much money on jars of inferior peanut butter from which I'd taste a spoonful, be grossed out by its taste then toss it out. I love my pb too much to go without!
Anyhow... all of this got me thinking about my odd, now I'd like to say cute quirk, can my stocking up on peanut butter eventually lead to a life of hoarding? I mean I can't get rid of books on my shelves even though I will never read them again. I have notebooks of notes I've taken from various meetings over the years -- even those I used back when I worked at the newspaper -- I still have them even though it's been close to 15 years since I was last there.
What is the tipping point from stocking up on an item or two to all out hoarding? I've only caught glimpses of the hoarding shows that are on television and have seen the commercials, but I've always wondered, wouldn't you have a friend or family member who'd be taking note of your "quirk" in living amongst stacks of magazines and newspapers? Do all of the hoarders live completely alone? Bereft of family connection? I'm sure there is an underlying medical condition that causes one to become such a hoarder that they're on a television show, but was it simply a matter of one item too many that tipped the scales?
I take comfort in my peanut butter stash, but if the day comes when I can't get out the door because jars of it are littering the walkways, I hope someone will shake me out of my quirk and help me eat through a few jars!