So, here it is: this professor decided that I wanted to be thought of as a collector.
Why? I’m not sure. But I did.
Now, once that was decided, the hard part had truly come.
You see, I now had to decide what I was a collector of.
After about years of thinking (thought some say I didn’t think consistently that whole time) I finally found something that will maybe probably maybe let me say I’m a collector.
Here it is:
It’s nice, true, but what worries is me is the amount of time it took me to find it. You see, it’s been hanging on my wall for some time, and it took me some more time to find it—if that makes any sense, which it probably doesn’t.
But there’s an explanation.
I began collecting these when I was a goose-nubbin. Yes, that was years and years and years ago.
By the time the last quarter came out…I was maybe a bit disinterested in the process. Now, it was the fault—solely—of the minters that I lost interest. (They should have had these all out at once. Then again, you couldn’t call yourself a collector, then. You’d just be a buyer. But they could have sped up the process, I’m thinking.)
But here’s the heart of the matter.
Since they took so long finishing these, I lost interest. Since I lost interest, I didn’t care. Since I didn’t care, I forgot. Since I forgot, it took me lots of time to finally realize I was a collector—of sorts.
How about you, PF? Do you collect anything remarkable or junky?