Except books... I have some kind of mental illness related to books. Every time I get through everything else, and think "I need to get rid of some books" I just find that I cannot. It is RIDICULOUS. I own more than 1,000 books (about 8-10 HEAVY boxes worth), and from textbooks for college pre-reqs through specific cookbooks bought during some diet fad or another, I find them all impossible to part with.
I'm trying. I really am. I have a Kindle now, and can replace just about anything electronically and use a ton less space. But, the way books smell is just something I love. Yes... I sniff books and relish in the brittle paper and fragrance of content.
But I also look at every book as someone's life's work. Maybe they are, but maybe they aren't. Regardless, its hard work, and getting rid of them just seems so disrespectful.
Am I just totally bent? Anyone else share this illness?