I know I ought to be getting rid of things - clothes, books, stuff. I like the idea of having less. Closets full of extra clothes stress me out. Drawers that overflow, shelves that are bowed with books I no longer read -- these are more than an annoyance. They weigh on me.
But I cannot deny the joy I feel when I get some new stuff -- cool things I just have to buy before they stop making them, useful things that have not yet proved their usefulness, necessary things that I might someday need ... I just like stuff. Lots of stuff.