On Sunday, as is tradition, we were watching some incredibly dull TLC/Home Improvement network/Discovery/Bio network show called Extreme Collections or something. It was about this guy who meets with people that have large collections of things, anywhere from cars to trains to harmonica’s or baseball cards. Most people on the show had collected an immense amount of the things, so much so that they had rooms or basements dedicated to the item that they were collecting. This guy was an expert at assessing the worth of the collection and declaring that amount to the person. Most people’s collections would be worth more than what they paid for it, so they felt justified in their dedication of collecting. But in the end, most people also said they would never sell all the stuff they had. So to me, they are closet hoarders, in that they keep their hoarding dedicated to a closet, room or basement.
Most people will admit to collecting something or other. When I was in high school, I collected keychains. At one point, the only way to carry around my collection of 35 or so chains was in my incredibly deep pocketed acid wash jeans. People would take a look at my crazy collection and tell me that the weight of the chain would ruin the ignition in my car. Oooh, I was so afraid of ruining a 1979 Volkswagen Beetle, on my way to a job that was paying me $2.75/hour. Thankfully, I grew out of the keychain collection like I did those acid wash jeans and bad hair. But I do continue to collect stuff.
Moving violation tickets – I started collecting tickets at an age before most people even started driving. At got my first ticket driving the trendy two street cruising loop that teenagers would cruise in order to falsely hope to “pick up chicks” when I was 15. I had no game then (nor did I ever “get game”), but I did have a headlight out, and they was enough for a cop to pull me over and give me my first ticket. I continued to get tickets on a regular basis for speeding, driving without a license, driving while drowsy and the super rare, failing to fully stop at a stop light. I thought it was a myth that those even existed, but I think they are worth quite a bit on the moving violation ticket market.
Bad report cards – A tradition since kindergarten when I was given a simple task to make flowers out of crepe paper. All the kids around me somehow were able to make a whole trees worth in a matter of minutes then were able to get early naptime and then recess, while bad instruction follower me, and super shy teacher asker couldn’t for the life of him, figure out how to just make a little twist and that would result in a decent looking flower. The only three that appeared on my tree was the two demonstrated to me by my teacher and the one that my kindergarten neighbor did for me out of pity. This tradition continued on in other grades and subjects like math, biology, math, geometry, trigonometry, calculus, algebra and math. Never did I go even one semester without getting at least one bad grade on a report card.
Sports failures – I started collecting unclutch moments in sports at a young age. My earliest moment of failure came when I was riding my high speed Big Wheel around a corner too fast and got in a wreck with the pavement of my driveway. There were the 8 goals I gave up as a soccer goalie, the missed layups when I could have won basketball games, the loud rattling of the high jump bar at 5’6, placing me second out of the two in the city high jump finals. There were the 7 place out of 8 in the 400 meters, and the captain of the worst YMCA basketball team in the history of men’s high school basketball. The first guys that ever played basketball with peach baskets would have trounced us and they didn’t even know the rules.
Scars – My scar collection started in the early years. The aforementioned high speed Big Wheel wreck of 1977 was the first of three known scars. The second was another high speed collision, but this time with another person. I was playing an intense four square match, when a riot broke out from the other side of school, so as an involved and responsible citizen of the school, it was my duty to check out the fight. As I was rounding the corner, I ran into another citizen who was going the other way and we knocked into each other’s foreheads. 6 stitches under my eyebrow. The third was at work when I was helping remove store shelves from an old store and one of the metal beams fell down on the back of my right hand and showed me for the first time in HD what your skin looks like under the surface.
Call collecting what you want. A future investment, an obsession, or organized hoarding, most of us do it. Someday we will all realize that doing it was a huge mistake. We either collected the wrong junk that is useless and just taking up a lot of space, or the stuff we were collecting was worth a lot of money and we allowed our mothers to throw it out because it wasn’t a collector’s item.
ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH
Bitter Collector of Junk Ben
i collected glass blown tiny things made by glass blowers. they were /are at my m-i-laws house.
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Now that is a fun thing to collect. Something that can give you slivers. Actually, kind of a cool collection.
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i never had a sliver, but a piano broke ,once.
had a silver dollar pancakey
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Did syrup make it taste good? i prefer my pancakes a little larger than a silver dollar. I’d prefer a frisbee.
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i do too.
i can make frisbee pancakes
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That would be great. Do you deliver frisbee pancakes? Also if you could put pepperoni, sauce and cheese on those…
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If dust bunnies are a collectible, I think I’ve cornered the market
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Well, I’m sure your collection is worth a ton of money on the dust market, but I bet you treasure it so much that you would never sell it.
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Haha! This post made me laugh. The Raggedy Anns caught my eye. I had an Ann and an Andy when I was young, so that doesn’t count as collecting and of course they are long gone. But I’ve had my share of injuries and the video of the man in the plastic car (you??) reminded me of my recent embarrassing Mom wipe-out down our driveway, while riding a scooter from the garage. Thank goodness I didn’t lose any teeth, but the injury sure did rearrange my jaw! And now I can add the experience to the large collection of dumb things I’ve done!
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I keep seeing this preview for a movie about these porcelin dolls that are attacking people and stuff and I keep going, I knew they were real! My mother in law had them laying around and I was more freaked about these dolls with the creepy smiles and the dead eyes that I would be of an oversized Harry Potter spider.
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This was so funny. Sorry about your big wheel accident…LOL
I collect Elmer Fudd stuff. I also collect mugs. But my collection is not hoarding huge by any means.
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The big wheel accident was a tramatic time. Somehow, someway I found the courage to get back on the Big Wheel. The next day. I guess I was more resilient then.
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Ha! I’m guessing it wasn’t that hard!
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It was pretty hard as a budding 6 year old.
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but not enough to stop you from getting back on the “horse!”
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Well, the big wheel was going to kick me. What a bitter young child to do?
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kick it back?
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Yep, I need evidence that you are doing your job…
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Okay I’ll kick the wagon wheel
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Great. And if you could get all the other minions to do their job too that would be great. There will be a pizza in your future if you can do that.
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A pizza I have to pay for?
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If I had a card that wasn’t expired…
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well pft…I’m getting bitter! 😉
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There’s nothing better than bitter.
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what about huffy?
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Huffy Bikes? Nah, I don’t really ride them that much. Because out of breath.
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Well you’d have to get off the couch first..lol
No I meant just being huffy
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I know. Huffy isn’t even clost to being better than bitter.
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hrumph
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Hey since you’re so bitter and tomorrow is “Hopelessly in appropriate day on my blog…Do you have a hopelessly in appropriate question you could send me through my contact page?
Don’t ask me how they two go together I don’t know…lol
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Could I do another day? I’m at about 5% capacity for the day. And I’m totally appropriate at all times, so I would struggle to come up with anything inappropriate.
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Sure!
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I would be bitter to ask another question another day though.
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That’d be great!
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Alright, lemme know what you question is on Monday.
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Smartass question. lol
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Did you find someone to help you with this one? Cause I couldn’t think of one. I’m bad at questions.
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I had one on layaway but I can always use questions. You could ask why you’re bad at questions..lol
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I have lots of questions but none of them are good.
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I like bad questions…
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Well, did you have any for Saturday?
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Not from you…and I’m getting bitter…;-) That should make you happy though…or bitter…or…uh
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That definitely makes me happy that you are bitter and also bitter. It all leads back to bitter which is great…and bitter.
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Phew! Thanks for straightening that out! I think..
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I’m really good at confusing people.
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Nooo not you..
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I’ve also been a collector of sorts – of very unfortunate hairstyles.
From the Joan of Arc bowl cut which I wore while accepting my Snow Queen mantle in grade four to a Dorothy Hamill wedge that made me look like a boy in the nightclubs; a root perm which was supposed to create volume but ended up making me look like a cross between a yak and a welder; the purple bangs , the metal hair, and an Escher-ish split level mullet which confounded even the guy who created it. It hasn’t been good.
Yours in bitterness,
L
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I should have collected hair, because it seems like everyday I’m losing it. That is, if loose hairs didn’t digust the crap out of me.
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I want to like this entry more than once! I needed that smile since I recently had to sort thru some ‘collections’.
Lucky for me no one checks inside couch cushions.
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You may like it as many times as you choose. I will let WordPress know of your wish and they will be forced to give this two likes. My numbers will double!
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i find you amusing.
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You might be the first. Even my wife won’t laugh at my terrible sense of humor anymore.
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I’m surprised that scars didn’t open up a whole new category which would include wrinkles, acne and gray hairs.
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I had a mind to do something like that, but no one wants to hear about the gross stuff on my face and the rest of me.
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Okay, fair enough. I’m sure there are not many who could hold a captive audience on the topic…don’t feel too bad.
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I could talk to people about it, I just don’t think people would want to hear it.
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That’s probably true.
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That key chain thing, well I’m not really surprised about that compulsion because I’m just going to go on record and say that I’ve noticed a marked tendency in small boys to collect wads and wads of keys. Yeah keys. Hmmm…..can this be linked to early onset wild driving compulsions by any chance? Help me out here? lol.
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I started my keychain collection in high school and started driving then, so maybe there is a link. Who knows?
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My one and only attempt at collecting was in 1968. Deciding to collect those silver gum wrappers and fold them into a chain. Ran into a problem when I found I couldn’t chew gum without swallowing it. Quickly turned into a serial gum stick eater. Wasn’t much of a problem, since I never had pocket money, but gave it up anyway. My life has been hard.
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We did actually collect tin foil on our lunches back in 4th or 5th grade and donate them to the school. I remember thinking how valuable a little thing of tinfoil was.
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No one could put a price on your collections. And that won’t fill up your home no matter how much you hoard them.
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Well one of my collections which I forgot to talk about was my bill collection. I even have bill collectors coming after me for them. Anyways, I think that there is a pretty high value on those.
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Uhhh. you can keep those.
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Yeah, too bad I gave them away.
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I just bought four new pairs of shoes back in the states to add to my – ah – collection. Like all shoe hoarders, I refuse to part with any of them, despite the fact I have no room. For the record, I also have a small but growing collection of unpaid bills following our US holiday, a large collection of dirty laundry, and a collection of partially unpacked suitcases in the guest room. None of those would be worth much to anyone but me. But I wonder if there is a market for the collection of unraked leaves in my yard… it is massive. Must be worth something to someone.
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I happen to know a few hoarders, most of them female and most of the females I know. I think I have like three pairs? And most of them are from like three years ago too.
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Great collections, no “huge mistakes” there!
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Other than the huge keychain that was gonna ruin my car.
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LOL, that was great, thanks for the laugh. I too have several lovely collections, bad grades, hostile opinions, a whole assortment of things I never really set out to collect. Those who obsessively collect material things start to freak me out, especially when they start dressing up like their favorite obsession
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Oh man some of the people on the show were creepy. One dude just named himself Misterio, which he said was his stage name as a magician, but then why not call himself by his real name on the show? Whatever Misterio…
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To this day my mom regrets throwing out my brother’s comic books from the late fifties/early sixties. She hoards plastic bags, but she threw those out. Go figure.
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And my gran made me throw out some prized Transformers that would have been worth at least $8 today.
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lol 😹
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This is one of your better ones. Keep it up!
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I just wish I had more time, because there were some other collections I’ve been bitter about.
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