Thrower-Awayer

In this world there are two kinds of people; Non-thrower-awayers, and thrower-awayers. I have determined that I was born a non-thrower-awayer. Here is how you know:
If, when you walk through your room, you create a scenario in which you may use each item you see in the future, and thus decide that it is an utter necessity that it remains in your posession, you are a non-thrower-awayer.
If, when you look at a peice of string, you see the makings of a spectacular Valentine's Day Card for next year, or a tool to repair your favorite shoes in the case that they break, you are a non-thrower-awayer.
If, when you find an old, rotten, disgusting tube of lipstick with mold under the seat in your car, you worry that someone may one day ask what lipstick you are wearing in your 10th grade yearbook picture, and thus decide to keep it so that you will be better prepared to show them, then you are a non-thrower-awayer.

I have suffered from the non-thrower-awayer (also known as compulsive-saver) disorder for quite sometime, and I have decided to start a revolution amoungst those of us with this chronic problem... I WILL THROW THINGS AWAY!... and I have found that there is much joy to be had in the feeling of accomplishment that you get from throwing away your favorite pair of socks from when you were 9 because you realize that a sock-repair man will never actually open a store around the corner, and you will never really stumble upon a cotton-weaving machine and a cotton-weaving teacher who will show you how to weave the peices of string you have been saving to patch the hole.