When I'm at the gym watching trashy TV on the treadmill, I fluctuate between various guilty pleasures. There's usually a rerun of "Sex and The City" or an episode of the Kardashians show. But if I'm really lucky, I'll stumble across an episode of Hoarders on TLC. People who are so fucked up, that they make me feel normal. Yes, it's voyeuristic and slightly nasty, but it's also fascinating.
That picture on the right? That's people trying to get into the Collyer brothers' apartment who died in their crap-filled NYC apartment.
Pacific Standard's article about the psychology of hoarding is excellent.
Apt. 11d 
I can’t watch that show for long. Two episodes and I start gathering up anything that’s on the coffee table and proceed to stuff it into garbage bags. Which isn’t smart when you’re talking about library books and family photo albums!
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