Obsessive.
It's a pattern I fall into every time. The smallest acquisition will inevitably lead to a deep dive into the intricacies of a particular subject that will become all-consuming until I invariably and quite abruptly lose interest, casting aside the thing that once so entranced me. Then it sits on a pile until I either rekindle the spark or pass it (and all of the other things that I acquired to go with it) off to someone else- usually at a significant financial loss. I try not to. I tell myself I won't. I strive to talk myself out of it. I distract myself in countless ways ("look at the bunny!"). I still do it. It's sorta baked into my character. Right now I'm looking at my bikes again. It's one of the starkest examples of the aftermath of that sudden loss of interest. My garage is a mess, which isn't unusual. My garage is not someplace to park a car, because the dual doors make it impossible to park in the middle. Depending on which side you park in, e...