I can’t remember what my favorite comic book series was but I do remember collecting 100’s of them when I was a kid. It was almost an obsession. I remember how nice it felt looking through a bunch of organized comics neatly placed in their plastic shield with a cardboard backing so they wouldn’t get messed up. I probably didn’t even read half of them, but the thought of owning them was good enough.

Kind of ironic. Why own something for the sake of owning it? It’s almost materialistic. OMG, am I materialistic? lol. Or is it just an attribute collectors-of-sorts have? I’m gonna go with the latter.

I use to pride myself in only wearing thrift store clothes. I use to say, “Eh, labels don’t matter.” I still do very much believe that labels don’t matter, so categorizing me as a materialistic person wouldn’t fully work… but (and this is a j.lo but) I also have a love for certain labels and it’s those certain labels that carry a certain something that make me crave for more of it. Take for instance Louis Vuitton. I don’t know what it is, but my god, I want it all. This logic is clearly a sign of a materialist person, but maybe I’m half materialistic and half practical. I’m gonna go with the latter again.

Same goes with technology. Announce the latest anything and I’m drooling over/googling/youtubing until I realize, ok, this is not for me… however 1 outta 10 times, I’m convincing myself that it is something I could use. I never look at my purchases as something I need… it’s more like, “I can use that!” I realize this is probably the stage before a self-diagnosed shopaholic, so there is still hope.

So back to comic books. Those shiny pieces of artwork, sitting pretty in their glossy package, unread and barely touched. I guess you could say that my collection of comic books was the first sign of the shopaholic in me.