Wasting Away

I hate to waste things, anything, especially if it is something I paid for (or something my mom paid for). In fact, I will hold onto something for years that I have not touched in forever because I cannot bear to throw it out. These things I hold onto are not anything special either. They are nothing sentimental, or anything I have hopes of using again. In fact, these are things I know I will never use again.

Like my nail polish for example. I have quite the collection of nail polish, most of the colors I use (or will use when I have nails again), but a few colors that I do not use and have not used in quite awhile. But I cannot seem to throw them out. Or my makeup. I have mascara that I bought a year ago and have only used a handful of times. Yet, it is still sitting in my makeup bag in my drawer, along with four or five other makeup items I no longer use. I also have quite a collection of pens in two of my desk drawers.

And it is not as if I do not go through my things, sorting them, giving some away; I do, quite often in fact. I am not a pack rat. I hate clutter and have no problem giving things away, things I know will be used by someone else (like clothes and shoes). But I cannot throw things away knowing that this is it, that they will never be used again, knowing that they were wasted. I hate it. At the same time though, they are just wasting away in my possession, so there really is no difference, is there?