The Curse of the Collector…

Many people collect stuff, certain stuff, that is. It can be as common as baseball cards, a bit further out like comic books (just of a certain type, of course!), or highly specialized, like those collectors of figurines of pigs, cows, frogs, unicorns, clowns, Santa, or whatever. Some people collect pens, paperweights, matchbook covers, post cards, even electrical insulators. My mother collected antique bottles, much like those pictured above. The bottles in turn collected dust, although they did look pretty on window shelves with light passing through them.

Now collecting things can be considered a hobby, but if it gets out of hand can become an obsession, an addiction, or a form of obsessive-compulsive behavior. At the very least, you can soon wind up with storage problems for your “collection.” If uncontrolled, some collections can take over rooms, or even entire houses…

Now collections represent pet interests that largely are not shared with the general population. Others may regard your collection as “over-the-top” or weird. A collection is more a labor of love than a real financial investment, and their value is a niche market restricted to other collectors of the same thing. Few are those who have financed a college education with their “Beanie Baby” collection…

So if your plushie collection is getting out of hand, it may be time for your “higher self” to ask the collector in you, “Why are you doing this?!,” and break out of the collection cycle. But I’m keeping my foxes, anyways. Maybe I’m just trying to reproduce, I dunno… 🦊

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7 Comments on “The Curse of the Collector…”

  1. carycomic Says:

    Maybe you can join that international organization:

    Hoarders Without Borders.


  2. carycomic Says:

    Speaking of crossing borders, though: I was watching an AMC rerun of “The Bourne Legacy” today. A totally original film in the franchise (as opposed to loosely based on one of Robert Ludlum’s books), it featured Jeremy Renner as Aaron Cross. A soldier who volunteered for Project: Outcome (a Treadstone spin-off) in the hopes it would improve his mental capacity. His required minimum IQ having evidently been falsified, at the time of his enlistment, by a quota-hungry army recruiter in Reno, Nevada!

    The opening third of the film takes place in Alaska roughly simultaneous to the prior film “The Bourne Ultimatum”. And it shows that not only are the commandos trained under Project: Outcome all biochemically enhanced. But, that wolves seem to sense this enhancement! Regarding the commandos as unwanted rivals and, thus, following them (or, at least, Aaron) with unusual single-mindedness.

    This makes me wonder: could the biochemical enhancements have been derived from lupine hormones? Or could the viral delivery system (described as such in the movie) be based on the canine distemper virus? Because, from what I’ve read on line, canine distemper is rarely fatal to wolves. Nor is it directly transmittable to humans (the latter having to be bitten, a la rabies).

    Oh, well! Here ends the long-winded rambling for tonight.

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