Swap out the pet ashes with my Dad’s and I am 100% (I buried my pup and planted a tree there :( )
A weird collection of chronic mental illness, am I right?
Slight variations (dog’s collar, I support my kids weird collections), but based on this list, I’d say I’m a successful 40-something.
Out of curiosity what weird things do your kids collect?
I have 2 kids. But between the two, we collect: Fans, scary jack-in-the-boxes, sprinklers, inflatables, and pencil sharpeners.
I’d fuck with a scary jack in the box collection that sounds neat as hell
scary jack-in-the-boxes
You and your kids are cool.
He’s 9 by the way. The line between cool mom and terrible parent is thin here. 😉
I do my best to walk that line, as well!
No such thing as a weird kids collection.
Whatever a kid is excited about is fuckin awesome man!
edit: as long as something isn’t being unalived to add to the collection obvs
You mean killed?
Yes?
No such thing as a weird kids collection
That’s right. I made mine weird by keeping it into my adulthood. I regret nothing, except for a different weird collection that I believed I had grown out of.
I’ve got a few years before 40, and I’m 4/4! Finally, I’m ahead of the curve for once
Tell me about your collection
It’s instruments… I can play a little bit of all of them, but none of them very well lol. I just like playing with them
An acoustic guitar, an electric guitar (I had 2 electrics, but gave my dad one with a small amp), 2 soprano ukulele’s (in case a friend wants to join), a piano keyboard, electric drum kit, harmonicas, a violin (I got it for my wife, but we both like to mess with it) and… I think that’s it. I kinda want a bass guitar one day too, just because it looks like fun
Also a small collection of cacti, and a small collection of amateur radio equipment (as well as other electronics that I like to mess with)
Do I win something for achieving it all a few years early?
You do, but it’s just another item for your weird collection, that you obtain for yourself, to celebrate.
Source: I bought myself another item for my weird collection, to celebrate this milestone.
Hey, there’s nothing weird about my collections of vinyl records and German beer steins and uranium glass and sterling silver and quack medical devices and watches and books and pewter and brass and guitars and cameras.
I honestly started off with the intent of being funny, and then I realized how many fucking collections I have, and now I don’t really know what to do with myself.
You collect collections.
I dub the Collectorius, the Collections Collector!
You march your butt down to Lowes to get those big black totes so you can pile your collected items into them and stow them in a neat stack in the garage so that you have space for more collectibles. That’s what you do with yourself. Don’t forget the label maker!
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- 15000+ kms
- Yes but undiagnosed
- two but one’s not mine
- shards of flint
You collect “shards of flint”? Are you a geologist or something?
Amateur flint knapper.
That’s cool!
Over achiever
I’m sure you will be surprised to learn after reading that picture of success that I am barely even an achiever.
Shit
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- several friends 8000 km away, check!
- several, check!
- no ashes, but buried in a special creepy place in the backyard. We used to keep my mom’s ashes around until we buried her. Technically I could get her ashes back back. Check!
- several: mineral samples from places I’ve hiked, books, stamps, old hard disks, DVD and VHS movies, CDs…
I feel accomplished. Thanks people!
I turned 38 today exactly, I checked al the boxes already, I’m prepared.
Happy birthday!
Cheers mate :)
Congratulations and keep wiggling!
Happy birthday! Well done on the preparation.
Thanks, to be sure I have multiple weird collections.
I had a friend like you. He was screaming (figuratively) about kids on his lawn in his twenties. You old fuck. Cheers.
Funny you think I could afford to get my pets ashes back from the vet.
I didn’t want the ashes. It hurt too much. I also didn’t want to be in the room when they administered the shot. My mother got me to do that with one when I was younger. Never again. I say goodbye and that’s when I exit and cry.
I want my pet to see me as they relax for the last time to comfort them. My pain comes out when they’re no longer suffering.
Watching a kitty go was too much. I’m not going to relive it to describe it. It wasn’t comforting him.
Yeah, no ashes here, just the collar.
Do the ashes of friends, and family count?
Yes, yes they do
Shit bro that was my 30s
my weird collection was beer and soda equipment, now in my mid 30s I’m thinking taxidermy will be my next hobby.
What the fuck
This is why Im interested, they have really cool work. I love their rats and mice. But they also do bugs. They offer workshops and shit to.
The logical conclusion of this is a beer tap where the beer comes out of a taxidermied cats mouth. You’re never lonely when you’re drinking with old friends!
That’s not a bad idea, I know a few bars that would absolutely love that shit.
check, check, check, check
Damn, I checked the last of those boxes last year and I’m not even 30.
