obsession, you're my obsession

Sometimes I think astrology is real.

Scorpios are known to be obsessive and I may have obsessive tendencies. Forgetting all the other negative traits associated with the sign, I'm totally fine with being a Scorpio and give credit to those that nervously say, "Ohhhhhh," when they find out I'm a Scorpio and still attempt to be friends with me. I'm not an easy person to be friends with.

Often I'm accused of liking people too much and that isn't always accurate. It more often has something to do with being mildly obsessed about something related to the person, like knowing someone likes doing something that I'm obsessed with and assuming they want to do that thing frequently. An example: I'm greatly interested in drinking beer, so knowing someone likes drinking beer I just assume they, like me, would want to go anytime at the drop of a hat. This is not always so, unfortunately, and then I'm labelled.

I bring up the obsession thing specifically because today I discovered a blog that deals specifically with one of my obsessions. I fricking LOVE coloured Pyrex and Pyrex Love shows off all the reasons to love coloured Pyrex. This woman's collection is AWESOME and makes me want to be more active with collecting it than I've been. (This is largely because of storage issues, but also because I don't like paying more than a certain amount and many places charge more than they should because of the kitschiness of it.) Last month I lost a mixing bowl to a precariously stacked drying rack and have been pained by the loss ever since. My personal collection isn't nearly where it should be.

Today I'm going for a wee walk to a few charity shops in my neighbourhood with hopes of discovering some coloured Pyrex and/or china settings. (I'm still waiting for the place setting I bought on Boxing Day with my Christmas money. Apparently the bonus rim bowl is still on its way.) I should really be doing this more frequently if I want to be serious about these collections. But, at the same time, I know that giving in to these obsessions will likely be detrimental to me, one way or another. Sigh. Maybe I'd be content with a couple of square coloured Pyrex dishes with lids. Maybe if I had been able to get my grandmother's collection of coloured Pyrex when they moved to a home I wouldn't be so obsessed with it all now.

Next week I'm going to Cloverdale to scour antique malls and hope for loads of sweet scores. Next Friday can't come fast enough. Today, however, I must begin my quest. And now.