Like Charles, I have many obsessions--and, also like Charles, I'll talk about my embarrassing one. I'm obsessed with pencil stubs. Yeah, you know, the little bit that's left over when you've sharpened a pencil as much as it can possibly be sharpened? I just can't throw them away! I feel so bad for them, because they were so useful in their lifetime. How could I think of tossing away, heartless and uncaring, the object that brought my thoughts to paper? Surely to do so would be cruel!
Okay, maybe I'm being a little overdramatic, but I really do feel bad throwing them away. So instead I just sort of keep them in my pencil box . . . which mostly means that when I need a pencil, I don't actually have any of real length, and end up using the teeny stubby ones to take notes with in class. Sigh.