caring for the care bears
collect care bears. I display my collection. If I must move my collection from one room to another I spend hours arranging them just right in cute little poses and just the right order. Then I take several pictures from different angles so I know exactly how they are. If someone moves one of my care bears even an 18th of an inch I notice. I then have to pull all of them down and rearrange them in a different pattern (checking my pictures to make sure none of them go in the same place or position as before) before I am able to leave the room again. Silly, I know, but not so funny when my friends like to move them just to watch the hours of entertainment they get from watching me put them back up.
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You have friends?
Wow, this is the weirdest neurosis yet. More like an obsession.
I have many good friends, thank you, Ilyena. I hope you do as well.
Maybe bordering obsessiveness, Joie… or maybe it is and I’m still in denial, either way… I didn’t think it was all that weird. Hmm… I guess it is what it is.