After many years of questioning my own sanity, along with that of other people I stumble across along life pathways...at seventy years of age, I thought that I'd discovered all my mental flaws and overcome them; but...
I WAS WRONG...!!!
Holy-shmoley...I've just recognized another somewhat disturbing aspect of my twisted personality; I'm a friggin brush freak of the highest order!?!?!? I'm a hoarder of brushes that serve many different purposes in duplicate, triplet and quadruple as well.
It is Quite Disturbing
Here's a photo of the spread that got me thinking about my newly discovered, obsessive compulsion, with more proof to follow.
These are a mere sampling of the nature of the problem; so bear with me, my friends, before offering any poo-pooing, consoling or any other chuckling and making light of my fear...It is much worse than what you see here.
The brushes you see in the above photo have been sitting in that spot for over a month, since I finished a bit of painting within my humble abode. WHY are they still resting in their randomly chosen spot upon a table top after having completed their task??? (I hear you ask...)
Well...I let them stay there in order to remind me, I had been thinking about going further with the chore of painting ceilings and walls, elsewhere in the house.
I've heard their little whispers beckoning me to take notice of them, here and there...they've not failed at their assigned task of signaling me; it is 'I' who may have failed them. I've been amiss, I tell ya...completely adrift within other wasteful activities, giving little thought to painting, with no regard for the tender souls of those patient, little, hairy servants awaiting my call...
Gaze if you will, at a few more of my collection hanging down in the dark, musty, dungeon-like confines of my basement (below) far from their forlorn comrades laying idly by up-stairs:
Care to see additional proof of my recently discovered malady dear friends...??? Gaze then if you will upon additional images of my growing hoard...
Those are some of my artist brushes, above. They have been accumulating over the years, mysteriously appearing it seems from out of thin air; like magic. Just like the ones below:
Yes...I do and have on occasion dabbled my hand in artistic pursuit for varying periods of time; another sign of mental instability. There have been days in my past when I'd decide to set aside the burdensome chore of earning money for food, clothing and shelter by transforming into an Artist of sorts.
But, that's another story...for another day perhaps...???
Look at how many tooth brushes I have... I only need and use one...why do I have four?!?!?
They're just another sign of my mental illness, I guess. I don't even remember buying them; if I did...? Maybe most of these brushes have been planted here in a stealth manner, by individuals as a joke, or in an attempt to make me think I'm crazy, when I'm not nuts at all?
Anyway...
At least I only have one hairbrush. That's a sign I've not completely gone astray from reality; right?
Wait a minute? Now that I think of it...I have another hairbrush, just like this one sitting out on the porch, that I use for my cat, and another toothbrush too, for brushing kittens. Those pet brushes merely add to my cat's collection, below:
Yes...you read that right...I wrote "my cat's collection"...because I'm beginning to suspect that it's my cat who might be compiling most of these brushes laying around the house...?!?!?!? It's possible...she ventures out quite frequently, wandering around the neighborhood...
Maybe she's been stealing the damn things?!?!?!?
Here's a shot of my masonry bucket below with a few more brushes to share with you. I remember buying these at least, and they sit idly by ever since I retired some years back (I used to work at home remodeling and repair along with whatever else I stumbled into)
Well...I'd better end this little lament here...it's getting to be quite a long post and I'd hate to upset you guys any further with this embarrassing expose'.
Besides, I probably should go and GOOGLE search for a local Shrink to set up an appointment with; one who may have some answers and proper therapy to treat my psychological disorder. I'd probably do best with a head doctor who specializes in brush hoarding; so, that's what I'll diligently do.
Listen, friends...I'm outta here for now. Thanks for reading. Let me know if you have the same problem with brushes as me, if you care to.
Till next time...
Ciao