Upon cleaning out a cupboard in my house the other day I came across a 2005 Donatello Happy Meal Toy. I decided to toss it in the keep pile to see if it was worth anything figuring maybe I can sell it on eBay or something. While Donatello isn’t worth much (about $5), I learned a great deal about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This, in turn, caused me to take a glimpse at similar things people collect. The things people collect crack me up. Of course I shouldn’t laugh. My husband collect micronaughts, Star Wars and Star Trek memerobilia. I collect old books, swords and daggers. We all collect something (even if it’s just dust).
Of course it made me think about collections. What purpose does it really serve to possess them? Things, after all, are merely things. You can’t take them with you. Collections are merely to look at. It’s kind of bizarre outside the context of a museum. Even if we like said things. Of course a collection of things one might actually use rather than just look at seems more practical.
I have a writer friend who collects fountain pens that she actually uses. I have another friend who collects thimbles (that she doesn’t use).
So what do you collect?