Until recently I never understood it. Although we live in a throw away society, we have always done our best to recycle. Old clothes go to Goodwill. Magazines go to the local hospital. Books go to the thrift shop.
Regular garbage is kept to a minimum.
But still we have the kind of clutter that would have had dad rubbing his hands in glee. But I never knew the true joy of disposal until we bought a cottage. It's a modest affair, but it came furnished. In other words, it came filled with stuff the previous owner didn't think worth hauling away. These are things that bypassed antique and went straight to dilapidated.