Really listen. Totes listen. Listen to the max, yo. I'm gonna tell a story - it's mostly about how stupid you are, but it's also about rampant consumerism, life, love, and the chaos that is our reality. See, I own stuff. Actually a fair amount of stuff - because we live in a stuff-based world and I've had decades for it to build up, like barnacles on the hull of a badly maintained fishing boat. Now, because I have so much stuff, I've had to get other stuff in order to help keep my stuff from slowly driving me more crazy than I already am; things like chests and boxes and filing cabinets and suchlike. I also have this small little wicker basket thing that sits on my desk and which is used for "misc" - for that stuff which either doesn't go anywhere else, or has found itself temporarily displaced from its proper place. Right now, the basket contains several lighters, several random allen keys of varying sizes, and a couple of usb cables. By your "logic" Sorry. By your "thinking" No... By the utterly inane retardation you've gurgled. That's better. By the utterly inane retardation you've gurgled, I should just hurl all of my possessions into that basket. All my clothes. The entire PC. Cutlery. A fistful of dirt - it's my yard, thus my dirt, so it should go in there. Misc, right? Dump everything into the broadest possible category. Freedom of Stuff, innit? Just put it all in one big, massive pile, and never try any further organisation, lest I shapeshift into Hitler. Again.