I have a terrible habbit they say people who know me well.
I am a collector of vinyl records, CD´s, books, maps, tapes, newspapers, post cards from distant areas of the world - anything which have my personal interest, I just can´t throw it out.
Through two lost marriages, I have promised a thouand times to throw some of it out, in particular the books, the maps and the tapes, because they take so much more space.
It goes like this every second year. I begin in the morning, removing some of the books I have two or three copies of, but then after I have removed some 10 books or maps, I feel sorry for the books and maps. I think to myself, they have had a nice life with me, never any humidity or dirt where they are on the shelves. What sort of invironment would they end up in far from their earlier peaceful home?
Then I feel embarrased towards my books, maps and tapes, which have given me such joy over the years, not to mention the knowledge which go along with the joy. Then I begin to read in one of the ones, I have removed, most often I will sit in my favourite chair, and then time passes until I have finished the book, and I suddenly realise it´s almost dinner time, and I have forgotten every thought of throwing anything away. So I put the ten books, the maps and the tapes back on it´s own place again.
In the kitchen or the living room, both my exe´s would say: Have you done it this year? How many books have you thrown out? Can I go and see for myself, they would say?
Sure thing, I say. Of course lying to my teeth.
Do any of you guys feel the same way about collecting books, tapes, maps or anything else you care about???