It’s frustrating. It hurts me when you come to my house on visit – whether you’re family members, friends or other relatives – and have the bad habit to judge my house and the way I handle it (and me with it). You get particularly upset about the piles of stuff I have in the corners, the kitchen that needs some cleaning (it certainly does, but often I deal with lombalgy and I can barely stand, so that will have to wait) and my general predisposition to be a hoarder. Well, here’s the thing: I love being a hoarder! Simply because the things I hoard make me happy. Oh yes,…