When we received Scholastic book order forms there was always at least one book in the lineup that was about collecting something. It was usually stamps or coins. I ordered the stamp collecting one because I thought it would make me smarter if I collected something. It would also make me stand out. I would be that girl with the kick ass stamp collection with all sorts of rare stamps. It took me all of about 1 day to realize that the only stamp access I had was through the post office. So I could get the holiday stamps or whatever celebrity stamp had just been released, but so could every freaking other person who ever stood at the counter to buy a mother flippin' stamp!
The most success I've had as a collector is visible on the shelves lining one wall of my room. When there is a law passed against making high heeled black shoes (of any sort), I will stop buying them. Since that doesn't seem likely to happen, my collection will inevitably take me to some sort of hoarder level until someone steps in and makes things normal.
But tonight I'm here to dish with you. I've made friends with another collector. My friend refuses to accept the title, but it stands nonetheless. My friend is a collector of broken people. How do I know? Because I am a broken person. Because I am not the first person to identify the trait. Because it bothers my friend enough for me to know that thought has been put into it to create defensive responses over it.... like a hoarder who refuses to believe they are a hoarder.
The deal is... there is nothing wrong with being broken. As we discussed the issue tonight I did my best to explain my thought process on the topic. Broken is beautiful. Would you be offended if someone said you collected art? Is it wrong to appreciate the lines created by a slightly worn brush? There is beauty in imperfection.
Another friend of mine said once that they're broken and basically held together with a lot of superglue. I've adapted this theory over a few years. Have you ever broken a tea cup? You can put it back together with superglue and it will be back to whole. It might not be perfect, but it will be functional. Have you ever looked at a mosaic? Some of the most beautiful mosaic works are made of imperfect tiles, perhaps broken from tiles once perfectly squared and polished. The colors are varied, the edges are different, but once grouted together... they can be breath taking.
People are not that much different. We break, we fall apart, and we survive. We take our emotional superglue and piece by piece we put ourselves back together. We might not look exactly the same, but we're still functional. We might have a superglue seam... but it's almost certain that we won't break in that spot again. The process makes us whole. It makes us beautiful. I'm not the only one who thinks so.
To my friend out there.... keep on collecting your broken people. If you're lucky, you will have an entire gallery full of broken people one day and it will be the most beautiful collection in the world.
PS. Please do not hang them from walls or stuff them and put them on shelves. That might be taking it a little too far.