Collecting may be a hobby for a lot of people, but honestly, I don’t super understand it. A guy I once knew who shall remain nameless was an avid collector. He collected anything sports related: bobble heads, cards, jerseys, sticks, bats, balls, magazine covers, helmets, hats, and on and on. You never realize how into it some people get, and it seems to really take a particular kind of person to develop that quasi-obsession. There’s some joy in having a complete collection, but I mean, how much enjoyment can you get about a group of objects that you refuse to use? My grandmother had a collection of spoons and thimbles, and it’s like you never use it! So, the only thing I ever collect are coasters of different kinds of beers from bars. And then guess what. I use them. Or Nax eats them. I also feel like you have to draw the line somewhere to define your collection, otherwise it turns into an often tacky display and loses meaning. Like if you collect postcards but then only from places you’ve visited, would you accept a postcard from someone else’s trip? These are the big questions that make people uncomfortable.
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