Hello, my name is Christopher, and I am an addict.
I am addicted to Moleskine journals and notebooks. My shelves groan with them.
It is a problem I've had for some time now. Whenever I am at Chapters, I am drawn like a satellite to a gravity well to the Moleskine display. If I can make it out of the store without purchasing a new one, it is a victory of willpower. Alas, those times are the exception to the rule. If bookies were to lay odds, you could make a tidy profit betting that I make it out moleskine-free, but I would encourage you not to risk your money like that.
If only the things weren't so bloody useful in addition to being aethetically pleasing I might stand a better chance. I have a pocket-sized notebook I carry everywhere with me, a hardcover journal into which goes the miscellany of my days, a hardcover reporter's notebook that I use exclusively for teaching, a handful of larger cardboard-covered notebooks for research notes, and a slew of the smaller cardboard-covered ones because, well, I just really like them.
They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Is there anyone else out there with this pernicious addiction? Perhaps we can help each other.
2 comments:
It's an inherited afflication!!! You come by it honestly.
I had been obsessed with the need to find the perfect notebook since I was really young. Instead of buying Barbies, I bought notebooks and pens. It wasn't until I bought my first Moleskine that my search ceased. They are perfect in every way. Not only are the lines small enough for my tiny handwriting, but most of them lie flat when I write and eliminate that annoying coil notebook imprint. Needless to say, I'm now obsessed with collecting Moleskines, but at least my quest has been fulfilled, somewhat.
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