As far as enthusiasms go, I have a CD collection that threatens to consume one end of my living room. It's funny how every time I seem to have reached a point where I think 'Hmm, got just covered every area I fancy', I always seem to find another obscure corner to mine...
However, I once heard account of another obsessive collector I know who throws my 'habit' into perspective. He used to be spotted, nigh-on every morning, rain-or-shine, standing outside a well-known Glasgow record store waiting for it to open. I think it was only when his job forced him to move that the habit was broken. To this day, it's rare that I can recommend a record to him that he hasn't heard, so he's obviously not recovering!
However, I once heard account of another obsessive collector I know who throws my 'habit' into perspective. He used to be spotted, nigh-on every morning, rain-or-shine, standing outside a well-known Glasgow record store waiting for it to open. I think it was only when his job forced him to move that the habit was broken. To this day, it's rare that I can recommend a record to him that he hasn't heard, so he's obviously not recovering!