Hoarding

Is it bad that at times while looking through my things i feel a kindred to the lord of the rings character golom? My roommates had a garage sale today, obviously i slept through it, i mean come'on it was like from 9 - 1, but last night as i looked around my room for things i would like to contribute i found myself stroking many things whispering my precious to it and i think that's when i realized i was a hoarder, i am not talking TLC "i didn't notice the rotting pumpkin in front of me" hoarding but the kinda organized pack rat "i cant throw anything away cause i truly believe that one day it might be valuable and i will get tons of money for it", well i hate to break it to my self, but i really really highly sincerely doubt that will ever happen, but because i am talking to myself you can tell that i still like to think there is a chance and that's why i made it a doubt instead of a fact. Too be continued.....