<stands up, straightens tie, and waves nervously to the crowd>
Hi, my name’s Jester, and I’m addicted to stupid hats. For some reason, I can’t stop collecting them. Sure, it seems harmless, but invariably the buying transfers into wearing. I just started this new hobby, and already I have in my possesion…
-One old-fashioned, yellow and black Pirates cap.
-One scally cap, straight from Ireland.
-Hi Opal!
-Two seperate Jester’s caps (Yes, folks, it’s not just a name).
-One Santa hat, worn seasonably.
Please keep in mind that all of these caps have been worn in the most public of places, without shame. I don’t know, it’s just like there’s something in me that likes hats.
I’ve come to this group because I just hit rock bottom last week. While in Georgetown, I purchased an Indiana-Jones-style brown fedora, and have basically been wearing it everywhere I go.
I…I…just don’t know what to do…I don’t WANT to stop…
<breaks down sobbing, sits back into chair>
Anyhoo, I’ve decided to open up a thread for all your interesting, strange, or downright creepy hobbies/addictions. I’ve shared mine, so it’s your turn, folks!
I like Devil Dogs. Those phallus shaped orgasms of chocolate and cream. I had two today. (I told Jester one, so he wouldn’t get suspicious, but I lied. Hehe.)
AND NOW I WANT MORE! I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM!!! AHHHH.
Okay…I’ll just go to the store and stuff them down my throat without taking the packets off. Ahh…<shudders>
Just six more hours still the stores open, right? Right? RIGHT?!
Wow. And I thought that the hats were bad. At least I don’t go through withdrawl. Still, mine seems to be a bit more expensive. Oh, well. I’m off to get a fez now.
I, myself, am addicted to tea. Yes, tea the drink. It annoys people to no end because the stuff makes me ‘fuzzy’. If you don’t already know what I’m like when I’m fuzzy, just wait…
Anyway, I’ll drink any kind of tea you can put in front of me, including this one kind that tastes like ashes. Doesn’t much matter to me. And as Jester well knows, I do go through withdrawl if I don’t have it.
<sits down>
<mutters> But it’s not as bad as your new hat… <shudder>
That’s weird. Because I’m addicted to teaCUPS. More specifically, complete antique tea sets. Cups, saucers, teapots, creamers, sugar containers.
I have one particular set that now has about 30 matching pieces to a 150+ year old china pattern. Even though that’s an enormous collection, whenever I see another one, my addictive mind goes crazy and I HAVE to buy it. It’s the thrill of the hunt and kill.
Well, so far, I have about 60 teacups. Storage isn’t a problem because I have an enormous built in china cabinet in my dining room and another in my livingroom. I suspect moving might be a bit of a pain though.
I’m addicted to chocolate milk. Hershey’s syrup won’t do, it has to be the pre-mixed stuff. I have been known to drink a half-gallon jug in under 15 minutes.
back in '97 I was addicted to chatting on-line. It wouldn’t be unusual to be connected to powwow or ICQ for days on end. If there was nobody there I’d turn my volume WAY UP and nap and when somebody came on it would wake me up, ooooooh man, thankfully I got burned and it lost all appeal quickly. and now I am a normal human being . . . . . . . . well, except for the diet coke (1 6-pack in 30 minutes) and TV and the dope. sigh
TV cop chase shows.
Yep. God bless Fox!
Or any sort of TV show where youi get to see the view from the dashboard-cam of a cop car or video shot from a helicopter chasing speding suspects.
Can’t wait for Friday nights at 8pm.
This is as bad as my Thursday-and-Friday night fix for Batman used to be in grade school.
I will read anything printed on newsprint, even the most gods-awful community newspapers like the one I read yesterday which insisted on calling the local wisteria festival the wistaria festival.
I don’t mind getting my news over the 'net, but I prefer a real paper in my hands.
I am also addicted to tea, but only the good stuff.
SexyWriter: I collect teacups too, although most of mine are in my parents’ basement at the moment.
I am actually addicted to looking at girls arses. Cant stop it ever. If they have a visible panty line then thats all the better.Oh and looking at my new phone. It’s like got a cute little face and changes colour. I’m going to look at it right now.
My husband COUNTS things. He counts everything he can. He knows how many steps there are in both houses we’ve lived in. He knows how many ceiling tiles were in the shipping office where he used to work AND in the one he works in now. He counts parked cars when he’s at a redlight. He counts the dots on linoleum floors and remembers how many each square holds. If he has time, he counts how many colors there are of the dots and then how many dots of each color are in each tile.
He counts glasses, plates, silverware, coat hangers, pictures (with and without frames), lines in songs, hats he owns (fergit it, Jester…he has about 300 hats) magazines in racks at the grocery store, grocery carts, AISLES IN THE FRIGGIN’ STORES FER CRYIN’ OUT LOUD!!!
He knows how many steps it takes to get to his car from the side porch, front porch, backyard, next door and from the street. He knows how many it USED to take when we lived at our other house AND how many it takes to do this when he lived at home!!!
(sigh)
I think this is really a compulsive/obsessive disorder, but it is enough to drive one to drink. But don’t do it around him…he counts how many you’ve had. And what everybody else in the damn bar has had as well.
Of course if you ask HIM how many he’s had, he always says, “Three, why?” It’s a no-win situation.
