QOTW:How bad is your paper fetish?

I hate to use the word “fetish” but hey, that’s probably accurate. Those of us with this fetish find notebooks and paper to be irresistible. When we walk past the stationary aisle of a store, we inevitably stop and check out what they have to offer. I find myself doing this even at places I know only sell low end products just in case I find something I haven’t seen before.

This fetish leads to book shelves or drawers full of empty notebooks waiting to be used. Some are still wrapped in cellophane, some we’ve tried out and found unacceptable and just tossed back on the shelf, and the truly crazy among us have stacks of the same brand of notebook that we keep buying “just in case” they stop making them.

So now’s your chance to come out and admit you have a paper problem. How many unused notebooks do you have? How many reams of paper stacked up on a shelf? How often do you buy a new notebook knowing full well that you have 10 more  at home that need to be used first?

I guess that’s more than one question, but I think they’re all technically the same question. Hit the comment box and tell us about your addiction, I promise you won’t be judged, you’re in good company.

3 thoughts on “QOTW:How bad is your paper fetish?

  1. No, you’re quite right to use the word fetish, I suspect it’s something I suffer from (or embrace, depending on your point of view). I can regularly be found doing exactly what you detail in your post – couldn’t possibly count all the notebooks & paper lying around here, suffice to say I have a 4 drawer filing cabinet full, and that’s only about half the collection!

  2. I’m sure you mean fetish in the sense of attributing religious or mystical qualities to inanimate objects. The word is used somewhat jarringly in a P.D. James Inspector Dalgliesh novel where the patients as a psychiatric clinic all walk around holding their fetishes (and there’s an amazing scene where one of the doctors describes to Dalgliesh–a detective inpecrot!–taking a patient on a (legal) LSD trip as a way of getting around self-imposed censors to the “truth”–the book was written around 1962 or so, and it shows).

    So yes, when I’m ripping through my Rhodias or petting my Piccadillys, I’m just acknowledging my deity, Our Lady of the Clairefontaine. 🙂

  3. It’s so freeing to find people that do the EXACT SAME thing I do! Except I’m probably down at the ‘junkie’ level, because I’m all for the cheap fix. Rhodia? Clairefontaine? Weren’t they historical figures? Mistresses of King Louis XIV or something? I’m down with, you know, Mead, Norcom, and that freebie steeno from the company touting it’s community service for the year. (Stack of ’08s! Woo hoo!!) The venerable G2 loves them all… But seriously – what fills your volumes of notebooks? I have a legion of them on standby, but thus far they have succeeded in fending off the Pentel division staged in my top drawer…