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Acquisition Disorder? Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Flavor Of The Month?

What Is My Problem? You Be The Judge.

Happy Saturday From Florida!

Friends, it has finally dawned on me that I may have a serious problem; I can’t stop buying stuff! Really, I cannot stop! This issue is not shaving specific either. I have found that when I get into something, I really get into it; I have to have at least one of everything. Here are just a few examples:

Star Trek, The next Generation – I am a huge fan of the T.V. show now, but I was not an early adopter. When TNG came out, I was 16, and I was shocked and appalled that Roddenberry dare to revamp the original series, mostly because I have very fond memories of watching the original Star Trek reruns with my Grandpa when I was a kid. In fact, I refused to watch the new show. The only man that I have ever called Dad however was a massive fan of TNG. I am not his blood, but he gave me his name when I turned 16 because when he asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told him I wanted him to adopt me. He set me above his blood sons and dubbed me “Number One” because that is what Picard called Riker. He and my Mom were married for about seven years. When they divorced, he split. I have not seen or heard from him since the summer of 1995. It was after the divorce, whilst opining the demise of the marriage that I started to watch the reruns of TNG, so that I could feel closer to Dad. Well, the years went by and one day, the series was released to DVD. I bought the first season as soon as it came out from Sun Coast Video and would immediately place my order for the next season when picking up the previous season. Next thing you know, I had the whole series and was several hundred dollars poorer. It did not stop there though. Last year while trolling Ebay for shave stuff, I ran across a few TNG novels for sale. Over the next few weeks, I hunted down and bought every volume ever written. Funny thing though; I have never read them.

How about another example? Long before Hipsters started drinking my favorite beer, Pabst Blue Ribbon, I was a huge fan. In fact, I have made a shift knob for my car out of a PBR tap handle. Anyway, along with the PBR, I decided I wanted to wear Chuck Taylor’s. I bought a black pair, with flames on the sides. Then I bought a pair in red, then orange, then green, then purple, next thing you know, I have a new pair in the mail every week. Whenever we go to the outlet mall, I always stop at the Converse store and see what flavors I do not have yet. At last count, I have upwards of 50 pairs! Continuing on the shoe theme, when I find a dress shoe that I like, I buy two pairs of every color that is made. That sounds practical, but is it really necessary to have black, brown, cognac, tobacco, and cordovan all at once? That is me. I love my shoes. It is hard to throw them away too, even when they are worn out. I have lifeless shoes hanging out all over the place because I cannot bring myself to part with them.

Knives! Holy smokes do I have knives! Those cool art knives you see at flea markets, stuff like the Rambo knives made by Gil Hibben. I got my first one from the Mile High Flea Market in Denver when I was 16. I continue to pick them up here and there. In this regard I suppose I would be a knife collector, except that they are all packed away in boxes. That makes me more of a pack rat I think. I just cannot resist them though! Something about the fantasy type knives is just very appealing to me.

I have the same issue with guns as well. BG and I own a three bed, two and a half bath split level townhome. I have a gun in every room and tens of thousands of rounds of ammo stockpiled. I swear I am not a paranoiac. I just felt a need to have a gun in every room. I am trying to force myself to not go to the gun show this weekend, but I think that may be a losing battle. I need an auto-loading shotgun and something with a banana clip. I also need a .50cal Desert Eagle. Why? I dunno, something about having a gun that shoots a half inch bullet just appeals to me, plus, yanno, Florida does have marauding bears…

Like a lot of kids, I grew up not having everything I wanted, and at times, I did not have everything I needed either. Maybe that is where the seeds were planted? Am I making up for all the things that I felt gipped out of as a kid? Stuff like peanut butter. When I was about eight, Jimmy Carter slapped a massive tariff on imported peanuts which in turn drove up the price of peanut butter, which is pretty much the intended result. Well, guess what? Yeppers, ole Jeffie Poo was cut off from that manna from Heaven known as the PB&J. It was not until after I had joined the Navy at 17 that I had another PB&J. I swore to myself that I would eat PB&J every day for the rest of my life. Once I had got out of boot camp and was stationed aboard the USS America CV-66, I would eat PB&J every chance that...