Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The Three Days of Darkness



That’s what my friend thought I was preparing for when she came to visit and saw my bathroom for the first time.


I’m paranoid about running out of my brands-of-choice for everything from toilet paper (Joy 2 ply)) to shaving blades (Mach3) . It goes on.

And we’re just talking about my bathroom here. You should see my pantry


Or my liquor cabinet (which by itself should be the subject of another post – another friend at one time thought I might need an intervention)

Or my magazine pile. Or my DVD pile.

Why am I such a hoarder?

I’ve never really thought about it before but now that I have a blog, and my very own public (yes, all three of you :-) ), everything is potential material.

Theory 1

The “three days of darkness” theory does strike some resonance It’s a Catholic boy thing. The 3 days will supposedly signal the end of the world, giving people time to repent and pray before Judgment Day .

Stocking up on food and water kinda make sense – we wouldn’t want to go hungry or thirsty waiting for the Lord to come. But toiletries? I guess that would be me not wanting to risk being badly groomed when I meet our Maker. Who knows maybe hygiene might count for extra points when determining who’s in or out (all the stinky people with acne will go to hell).

Between eating and exfoliating – hopefully, I could still be able to squeeze in some praying and reflection.

Theory 2

I’m manifesting my history. Both my parents grew up during the war. I was in grade school during the rice shortage caused by the giant typhoons across Northern Luzon in the 70;s. Coup attempts during my lifetime have closed down supermarkets. These were life-or-death situations. Again, stocking up on food and water makes sense. But liquor? I’m explaining that with the need to numb the pain and fear during these emergencies. And, if you’re drinking anyway – you might as well have the makings for various cocktails.

Theory 3

More than the fear of running out of stuck – I fear boredom. The magazines and DVDs are there to make sure that in the event that I’m holed up in the condo and can’t get out (i.e. because of war, super typhoons, coups, gas attacks, cable TV not working, killer running amuck in the hallway, Judgment Day) – at least I would always have something to read or watch.

-end-

Postscript:

Since putting up this post, I've decided to stop the hoarding. I am not going to buy any more toiletries until I've used up everything I have. If you come across me and catch a whiff of coconut-vanilla - that would be the smell of the liquid soap I filched from a hotel in Taipei in 1986.

4 comments:

Dprabo said...

They are all good and funny explanation, Tarcs! But I guess we are all hoarders, don't you think? Maybe the ancient genes of our hunter and gatherer ancestors are still overruling us. PS: I found your three-day-of-darkness bathroom very revealing.

Tarcs said...

Yup. D - I remember :-)

Anonymous said...

I want a close up of your individually wrapped cotton buds, please! Oh by the way, watching your hoards of toiletries while I used your bathroom one time was a KOAN for me (see I read your other blogs at 5:20am). Ha ha ha. ;-P

pordoñez said...

haha My mom once told me a story about you and her buying, i believe, tons of canned food. lol and i think she told me that there was a storm going on that time. :) quite comical, no? :))

:) btw, Mama still kinda hoards. lol

--chuchai