Could you live with just 100 things?
 

. . . get rid of all the stuff you (we) collect, and pare down to the minimum? Would you want to?

Think of how free you would be. If that one thing were a largish vehicle, could you fit everything in there? What constitutes one "thing." One pair of shoes? or all your shoes.

Here's a Time article: How to Live With Just 100 Things


and here's the guy who's trying it: The 100 Thing Challenge

of course I could. But I wouldn't want to.

I'm a habitual purger--actually, it could probably be classified as a compulsion in my case, Mr. Clod has had to rein me in on occasion because I just want to throw it all out. The downside of this is I never have enough to warrant a real garage sale.

People who want to live on a minimum are filling our landfills. Live with less if you must, but give your discards to those less fortunate, even if it means shipping it to Africa or Haiti.

I need this lamp.

Living with just 100 things could pose a problem if those 100 things were bottles of beer on the wall. I mean, what would happen if one should fall?

Nuts! I hadn't thought of that!

One must always be prepared for 100 things suddenly becoming 99 things.

Id just get all OCD over it. Id have to be constantly counting my things to make sure I have exactly 100.

I have to purge regularly these days (Mum), and EVERYTHING goes to charity.

I'm not sure if people here know, but charities get a value from everything donated. Torn or stained clothing? Sold for "rag" value. Ripped and coverless books? Sold by weight to recylers. Old towels and bedding? If given to animal charities will be used as bedding.

I'm a hoarder. I hold onto too much. But at least I'm confident that what I do reduce is either re-used or recycled.

Pretty much my only regular addition to landfill is cat litter.
Sorry guys.
Once I'm working I'll go back to the bio-degradable stuff.

Cat litter in the landfill is ok.

It soaks up odors :D

The bin-men spilled it on the path the other week. I was mortified.
I can't even work out how it happened - it was in a binbag in a wheelie-bin that should be loaded intact into the bin lorry!

Obviously no-one knew it was "mine" - even the 'rents didn't notice.
But I went out with a broom and swept it all up, then dustpan-and-brushed the litter into a bag back into the bin and shook the poop onto the bark coated tree area (it's all dried up anyway) and not an accessible are for walking/ playing.
I then washed all the various accoutrements in the garden.
Bloody binmen.

Which is to say - I felt so ashamed...

If they don't start doing a better job, they'll become has-bin-men. :lol:

LOL! This has happened to me before too. Also, I feel your pain about plastic-bagging used litter. When I was growing up we had a undeveloped lot behind our back yard. The used litter went into the ditch that separated us. Never had a problem with odor or anything that I can remember. Maybe I will just start putting it in paper bags. That way the litter could biodegrade quicker in the landfills.

I like the idea of it. The implementation, not so much.