When I was young, I would always be collecting – sports cards, stickers, comics, there would always be something. As I got older, I still continued collecting although the topics were different – all the albums by the Goo Goo Dolls, every book by Malcolm Gladwell, etc. I was not alone of course. Many, many people regardless of age collect things as their hobby. It drives an entire industry and probably generates a lot of revenue every year.

But something happened over the last few years, and I no longer have the compulsion to collect. Maybe it’s something that I grew out of (and I consider it something that you grow out of as a good thing, because in this case you can obsess money and time over whatever you are collecting) or maybe my life/the world has changed now so that there are too many things to collect.

For whatever reason though, I no longer have a need to collect. I reminisce because there is a certain satisfaction when you achieve a complete collection, but this change is for the best. However, it is kind of strange that the compulsion disappeared without my realizing until recently.

Posted by Kevin in Blogs Tags: growingup