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It's been really interesting, going through my comics and seeing what I'm willing to get rid of. I'm surprised it's actually just a little less than half of them. If you would have asked me a year ago, I would have been horrified at the idea of letting anything go. I was trained to be a collector by both of my parents, and it seemed completely alien to get rid of a comic or trading cards or whatever because you're collecting it.
But it takes up space. And some things comics I collected I've fallen out of love with, and some things I feel intensely bitter over for existing in my collection in the first place (Fantastic Four? Dr. Strange? I KNOW WHY YOU'RE IN THERE AND IT PISSES ME OFF.)
[That story, by the way, is a very small story, and a normal person would probably be over it by now, but I have a crazy memory and the ability to hold grudges forever. The grudge I have against the FF and Dr. Strange relates to my father giving me a $20 gift certificate when I was like, eight, and instead of, you know, letting a freaking kid buy the damned comics she wanted, The Fuckwit took my fucking gift certificate and bought things with it that would pay off by being 'collectible' and would 'get me money when I was older'. FUCK THAT NOISE. SO BITTER. BITTER. *gnashes teeth*]
ANYWAY. Yeah. I'm willing to sell a crazy amount of my comics. I can't wait to go through my KKM collection to see what I can part with. Even though I still admit that travel-size toothbrush and Yuuri cup is still adorable. And I'm not giving up my hand painted art cells for anything.
Also, I'm annoyed that the opal bracelet that I gave my Mom that I was kind of wanting to have is apparently IN HER URN. WITH HER ASHES. ARGH, FUCKWIT, WHY?
But it takes up space. And some things comics I collected I've fallen out of love with, and some things I feel intensely bitter over for existing in my collection in the first place (Fantastic Four? Dr. Strange? I KNOW WHY YOU'RE IN THERE AND IT PISSES ME OFF.)
[That story, by the way, is a very small story, and a normal person would probably be over it by now, but I have a crazy memory and the ability to hold grudges forever. The grudge I have against the FF and Dr. Strange relates to my father giving me a $20 gift certificate when I was like, eight, and instead of, you know, letting a freaking kid buy the damned comics she wanted, The Fuckwit took my fucking gift certificate and bought things with it that would pay off by being 'collectible' and would 'get me money when I was older'. FUCK THAT NOISE. SO BITTER. BITTER. *gnashes teeth*]
ANYWAY. Yeah. I'm willing to sell a crazy amount of my comics. I can't wait to go through my KKM collection to see what I can part with. Even though I still admit that travel-size toothbrush and Yuuri cup is still adorable. And I'm not giving up my hand painted art cells for anything.
Also, I'm annoyed that the opal bracelet that I gave my Mom that I was kind of wanting to have is apparently IN HER URN. WITH HER ASHES. ARGH, FUCKWIT, WHY?