For my part, I still live at my parents. (but alone because they are not often at home now they are retired.)
And I have a random job because I am an artiste painter for cinema, so I have difficulties to finding my own apartment (I want to live in the capital but it's very very expensive. And my apply is often poorly perceived and rejected faced with so many requests which some seem more secure for an owner.)
So my parents know for my collections but didn't care a lot.
They laugh and often said me "when will you grow up ? You're still a child."
I don't display so much at home. (no space) I put everything in a very organized way in my dressing.
My friends know but never saw the extent of my collections because it' stored. And anyway I more often see them in town or outside because I don't have my own home so…
They consider me strangely at this subject. They often ironise me.
They do not understand very much. Maybe they worry about me or maybe they don't care ? They say nothing. Some of them maybe think of as a kind of "mental illness." A kind of psychological blockage due to a childhood trauma ?
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We do not have same interests.
Some like sport. My best friend loves fashion and antique furniture. (and we share that)
Another friend is a single mom who has no time for anything than her children, she almost has no other hobbies except cooking.
This is no more freaky than all of this.
I do not share THIS passion with the others. This is my secret garden.
My concern is when I'll finally find an apartment. I'd probably do like I can, not as I want.
It will be inevitably be much smaller. And finally and inevitably I would invite people to my home.
It could be start to perturbe me. Maybe I stop collecting at this time. And let all of this at my parents. ???
You all seem to live well with it. It's encouraging to me.
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