Sometimes you hear about people's obsessive collection of things likened to a disease. My mother used to collect glass bottles she thought to be interesting looking. She also used to collect jars. Any attempt on my part to dispose of these containers would result in her screeching something to the effect of: "NO!! What are you doing? I could use that for...something." I'd reply, "What? What, mother, are you going to use this for?" She never knew exactly how each empty container would turn out to be useful, just that they all would, somehow.
My boyfriend's affliction is collecting cameras. This ailment started out as a minor bug in the form of curiosity about stereo photography (e.g. View-Master) and then developed into a full-blown virus which has manifested itself into a crazy collection of camera equipment (ten film cameras and about twelve lenses).
Of course, while many people collect things that are similar (some people even collect people of a certain type, but I'll save that for another post), other people collect a wide array of junk. There's a house near my train station which is beyond words. I first walked past it one night last year and I had thought it was some kind of theme restaurant. The first time I saw it in the daytime, I was awestruck. I present to you the Crazy Artsy Weird Cool House Near Todakoen Station.
Maybe I won't continue trying to dissuade my mother from keeping her pretty glass bottles. Well, considering my poor co-ordination and propensity for tripping and falling, maybe I should.
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