I used to collect Beanie Babies.
And when I say “collect” I mean I’d spend an entire day going from one hallmark store to the other trying to “score” the “good ones” and by “good ones” I mean “the bears”.
“Well, don’t be ashamed, you were young!”
No, Internet, I was like, in my late 20’s and I would say I was “collecting them for my kids” which was funny because a) they never aksed me to collect them b) they would cry when I’d say we were going shopping for beanie babies. c) they pretty much hated them.
I stopped collecting them a couple years ago, but that didn’t stop me from crying when a rat chewed through one of the big bags I had some of my favorite “large sized” bears in and tore them to shreds.
My addiction was so bad, that I actually befriended the cashiers at the Hallmark by my house, and they would CALL MY HOUSE when a new shipment arrived and ask me which ones I wanted so they could put them aside for me. And then, I’d walk into the store like some kind of gangster and give “the look” because NO ONE IN THE STORE COULD KNOW ABOUT OUR SECRET OPERATION!
I still have storage box after storage box full of these things and sometimes? I secretly think that I can make lots and lots of money if I try to sell them on ebay because “HELLO! I HAVE PRINCESS DI! And PEACE BEAR!”
I feel good about the fact I was never One of Those Women who would knock children down to grab the one they wanted, but I feel ashamed that I COLLECTED BEANIE BABIES IN MY LATE TWENTIES.
People tried to help. My sister would say stuff like “That’s just stupid. You could be saving for a house with all of that money!”
I should have listened to her because I don’t have a house, but I sure do have boxes full of really cute beanie babies that me nor my children will never use!
It feels good to get that out and come clean with The Internet.