She didn’t use the “H” word this time, you are relieved about that. You like to call yourself a packrat or clutterer or even messy and disorganized. Those words don’t have such far-reaching implications as the “H” word.Hoarders are sick people.
You are not sick. You are a collector.“My name is Phyllis, and I’m a clutterer,” you whisper. The group nods encouragingly, they seem nice. If they have a problem with too much stuff, you can’t tell. They look normal.
But what exactly is normal? Is it normal to celebrate Christmas at a local hotel because the house is too full of stuff and no one can sit anywhere? Is it normal to call a contractor to add shelves to every room in your 3000 square foot home so you can cram in more things?You don’t have a problem, you tell yourself. This is Tammy’s issue. If she doesn’t want to come with her kids to see you, that is her problem.
“Welcome, Phyllis,” they smile. This is their rainbow: they will get their houses clean, their offices organized, their cars empty enough for a passenger to sit. If they work hard enough, they can throw things away. They can live like normal people.“Phyllis, what did you do today?” the leader asks encouragingly.
You clear your throat. You were not expecting to be called on. This is just like third grade. Third grade is when your dad died, so maybe it is not like third grade.“I cleaned out a drawer in my kitchen,” you offer tentatively. Applause all around. “I even recycled a few papers.”
They beam at you, they understand. Tammy can go to hell.
trifecta writing challenge/ exactly 333 words/ required word is "rainbow"