I think you either have to be predisposed to it (my wife's mom NEVER cleaned and liked to hoard, even when she was younger, it just wasn't this bad) or something really serious has to happen, as in extreme depression that goes unchecked for way too long. In this house it's definitely the "stuff" that's more important than the person's safety - they feel as if they ARE their things, even their broken, dirty, moldy, abandoned things they have laying around.... We've tried to tell them "if you like your stuff so much, why don't you take care of them?" and "what do you think's going to happen when you die? none of it will go with you and we aren't going to keep it either" but they don't care...
Yeah, these guys COULD have a lot of money if only they spent it more wisely... they even leave tools out to rust in the rain and all that. They can never buy just one of something, it's always "I went to buy a knife for my experimental project I'm probably only going to do once, and bought three of the same knives without even knowing if they're good". Our house is a combination of being dusty/dirty (I've found boots with dried mud on them shoved into a hiding space for example) and being badly-made (so it gets damp, then we get mold). It would be a lot more dirty if we didn't live here, as we're the only ones who ever vacuum and so on. Even so we can't clean most things, so like there's rotting stuff underneath the sink and we're not allowed to clean there. It's just luck that these guys don't like, eat while walking all around the house.
In Iceland we shared a bedroom and the rest of the apartments were just shared living-spaces so we couldn't exactly store stuff outside of our room. Here we actually have less space than in the places there (which we paid, oh, 600 USD a month for or so), because the bedroom we share is not only smaller to begin with but half of it is filled with her parents' stuff. And they keep trying to put MORE stuff in our room. They already have two toolsheds full of things, and a greenhouse full of tools and stuff (= not plants), and a storage room inside the house, and multiple storage spaces, and their own bedroom is full of crap so they've taken over the room of one sister who's moved out (but still left half her stuff here)...
Here, if you want to get ahead you need to know Swedish, English, and Arabic/Kurdish/etc right now (in my town anyway, in other places it's not like this). It's pretty frustrating. A job that otherwise doesn't need you to have any experience, a job that's literally just you stocking shelves in a warehouse, needs you to speak Arabic... Up north you have to know Finnish/Swedish/English. Sigh. I'm already an immigrant struggling with Swedish, I can't just magically pick up Finnish or Kurdish in a month!
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:39 pm (UTC)Yeah, these guys COULD have a lot of money if only they spent it more wisely... they even leave tools out to rust in the rain and all that. They can never buy just one of something, it's always "I went to buy a knife for my experimental project I'm probably only going to do once, and bought three of the same knives without even knowing if they're good". Our house is a combination of being dusty/dirty (I've found boots with dried mud on them shoved into a hiding space for example) and being badly-made (so it gets damp, then we get mold). It would be a lot more dirty if we didn't live here, as we're the only ones who ever vacuum and so on. Even so we can't clean most things, so like there's rotting stuff underneath the sink and we're not allowed to clean there. It's just luck that these guys don't like, eat while walking all around the house.
In Iceland we shared a bedroom and the rest of the apartments were just shared living-spaces so we couldn't exactly store stuff outside of our room. Here we actually have less space than in the places there (which we paid, oh, 600 USD a month for or so), because the bedroom we share is not only smaller to begin with but half of it is filled with her parents' stuff. And they keep trying to put MORE stuff in our room. They already have two toolsheds full of things, and a greenhouse full of tools and stuff (= not plants), and a storage room inside the house, and multiple storage spaces, and their own bedroom is full of crap so they've taken over the room of one sister who's moved out (but still left half her stuff here)...
Here, if you want to get ahead you need to know Swedish, English, and Arabic/Kurdish/etc right now (in my town anyway, in other places it's not like this). It's pretty frustrating. A job that otherwise doesn't need you to have any experience, a job that's literally just you stocking shelves in a warehouse, needs you to speak Arabic... Up north you have to know Finnish/Swedish/English. Sigh. I'm already an immigrant struggling with Swedish, I can't just magically pick up Finnish or Kurdish in a month!