This is something that has irked me for years. Every since I was a child I was ALWAYS encouraged to keep any books that I had. Books to me were like Linus to his Blanket. Throwing away good books "regardless of the age and contents" was a cardinal sin during my youth.
Now that I am grown, I have a complete library of books in my living room ranging anywhere from Romance Novels to Auto-repair, to Repairing Analog Television and early model computers. Many of these books are so old and obsolete that they really serve no other puropse than to take up space and collect dust, but for some reason I simply cant find it within myself to part with them.
Even in my college days I was always afraid that if I ever got rid of any one of my books, one day I would need it as a reference and the information in it would be out of my reach forever. I don't know if this can be catagorized as some type of phobia or illness, but I have a whole room full of old outdated books that I can't seem to gather the strength to part with.
I even have a box filled with old "Omni" Magazines from the 1980's, as well as a set of old encyclopedias I got from my Dad many year ago that reads "who knows, with todays technology advancing at the rate that it is, one day we may even find a way to send a man to the moon"
I want to get rid of them, but at the same time, the very though of it is enough to make my skin crawl!