I'm thinking I'm not really alone on this, particularly not on here..But it's a point that is in my head, and since I'm stuck here at work at this slow time of year before the hoidays, I shall rattle on.. Actually, because of random customer interference I've lost the train of thought in my head, and yet, I shall still ramble on with this.. Collecting has become more than just that for me. It has been for years. My collectings become my compulsions, where as I can't get it out of my head, I spend money that I don't have..I get REALLY annoyed when I come home expecting--hoping for a package, a box at my door, to find none. And when that happens, I usually just head right back out to the store to buy even more. At first, it wasn't anything bad. My obsession was Walden Books, and then Barnes and Noble, so much so I got my first job there. Granted that was only at the Starbucks coffee part, but I welcomed the lunch break there. Somewhere from there, it moved from books onto movies, DVD's. It got more expensive. Started taking up room. Then it became a "collection." One that you had to go out and buy special cases to house and display. I think that has something to do with it. Once you have to get display anythings..you're hooked. Then came the Transformers. Compared to some..er, well, most of you on here, I got a relative late start to it all. An ex of mine was into it. You from the Alston MA on here may know him. Hi Brian. Asshole. Anyways, he was into it. And that meant by process that I got into it, for him. The occasional trip to a store, and a request to look for so and so and so on. Then we had to put up shelves for them. And a meager Optimus Prime collection that I mostly paid for.. But all things change, and sometimes for the better..We move, and move on. But the OCD stays the same. Well, no, that's not entirely true. It tends to get worse. And worse usually means more expensive. I'm very thankful I was never one for drugs or drinking..Cause I'm pretty sure that would do me in there. After Brian and I split, I continued to find myself wandering over to the toy isle, looking for that new Prime thing. But apparently I missed out on all the good stuff, and OP was nolonger the semi truck I rather liked. I got into the DVD's of Gen-1 (yea, that bit was still going to..Oh how I look forward to new movie Tuesday..) And then I eventually found my way to you guys. And that just opened up a flood gate of expensing credit cards, online accounts, tips, anything and everything I could throw at them, I bought more and more. And then I too put up shelves of my own. And then I found display cases. There is no real point to this thread I guess, no moral to the story, no happy ending or whatever. I'm just bored. And so I wrote. So how many of you collect with that sense of OCD, that itch you need to scratch. That one peice you just need to have...Only to want the next one too..What are your stories?