I have a secret habit, which I indulge late at night.
Eyes up here, people. Out of the gutter.
It's STORAGE WARS on A&E.
Normally, my idea of "Living Out Loud With Nothing To Say" would prevent me from watching such a thing, let alone enjoying it. And I'll admit to a couple of twinges within my psyche as I watch these interesting people work their way through other people's stuff.
The chief twinge, of course, is that of mortality; that eventually, somebody is going to go through my stuff like a malevolent mole, looking for the pricey, and tossing the things that I have collected as trash, when in fact they are the collection of a misunderstood genius....and thereby, priceless.
My collection of Twain, in the original red covers; the first officially sanctioned complete collection, gathered from antique stores and online auctions, will wind up at a library sale.
My collection of robots will wind up in the trash, probably with an eye-roll and a passing thought as to the sanity and taste of the owner.
Theatre posters, programs....food for the fire.
The autographed photos might be worth a few bucks......maybe.
I've managed to depress myself.
I've changed my mind......
STORAGE WARS sucks.
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You have to just cross your fingers that whoever goes through it does something cool like donate the robots to a local day care or shelter.
You cannot pay people for sentimentality. I learned that in the book business... people would bring me old books their Grandma had covered in cat hair and want a billion dollars. However... don't give up on your collections... to you they are priceless. Part of your identity that is proof of life.
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