I've been in denial for some time. This week however, I've been confronted with a side of myself that is real, and that I've ardently worked at concealing. I've worked so hard at concealing it that I've fooled those closest to me into believing it is a characteristic strength, when in reality it's been a well orchestrated, yet frustratingly manic exercise in subversion and deceit. I have GPPH. I'm a gun product packaging hoarder. I've fooled my wife into thinking that I am a master organizer. She's impressed by how I never leave things out and I always keep my stuff neatly tucked into storage tubs on the racks in our garage. If she knew it was just empty packaging I would never hear the end of it. I don't keep packaging for anything else, in fact, it hits the bin as soon as possible. For some reason, though, if it is gun related I hurriedly sequester it away like a squirrel storing nuts for a long winter. I really need to let some, maybe most of this stuff go. But it's sooo hard. What brought this sudden revelation to light? We just had new garage doors installed, and I had to clear everything within eight feet of the garage doors away for installation of the new doors. The track for the new doors now means that I've lost the entire top row of space for my tubs. That's three large tubs that I no longer have room for. I've got the shakes like a heroin addict on his second day locked in a methadone clinic.