My OCD
Spent Saturday morning deep in the short boxes, trying to get a handle on what I have and what I need in the way of comical books.
I feel more…organized, and yet…there are many books without bags and boards, and others with OLD bags that I know are rotting the pulpy pages even as I type. There’s stuff I’m keeping, and I’m not sure why; there’s stuff I’m getting rid of, and I’m not sure it’s a good idea.
I have mild OCD when it comes to my comics.
The other big area where this manifests itself is in how I read. I’ve got a pile of probably ten different trades/singles I’m reading at any given time—I like the variety, but then I get frustrated because I’m not “accomplishing” enough so I shove a bunch of them back in the boxes and I maybe take out one or two more and I start again.
I feel this inordinate sense of accomplishment when I finish a book, especially an Essential, which are marathon tomes. If I’m lucky, I get to read one or two issues’ worth of comics every day, so you can understand how long it might take.
Reading becomes less about enjoying the experience and more about finishing stuff and reaching stupid goals.
Please tell me I’m not alone, and that some of you are as sad as I am.
no, no, you are not alone. I read those big books usually before going to bed, since I don’t carry them around and don’t want to leave them in the living room or the dining room where there’s too much of a chance of one of my kids spilling something on top of them and it takes me forever to finish one too. I try to still keep it about enjoying it although it’s hard to shun the competitive nature in me and not see it as yet one more goal to achieve in my life… :)
I absolutely know what you are talking about…
FM