I come at this from the other direction: my folks keep their house like a museum and have a housekeeper come in a couple times a week. My mom is legitimately pathological about what she perceives to be “mess”, and also used cleaning and organizing as punishments when I was growing up.
Oh man....your parents sound SO much like mine. My mom is insane about having an orderly, clean house, and following ridiculous etiquette rules. When I was a kid, she'd vacuum the carpets, then have us kids get down on our hands and knees to pick up any things the vacuum missed. I remember one year in High School wearing something white to church, which I only did because I thought it was something SHE would find acceptable (my clothes rarely venture far beyond black or various shades of black). She flipped out on me because it was after Labor Day, which I didn't even know was a thing up until that point. Needless to say, that was the point where I stopped remotely even trying to keep her happy about my appearance.
for my 12th birthday I got a card with a cardboard cutout of a rabbit in it, which they said would be my last “little man”, no more action figures.
I too was forced to give up figures, and my mom gave them all to the kid that lived next door. That lucky lil' bastard got a ton of original Kenner Star Wars figures and playsets, lots of Real American Hero era Joes, the first couple waves of MOTU as well as Castle Grayskull. Funny thing about it was, at this point I wasn't really playing with the figures, so much as posing them in scenes. My parents being SO concerned that I wasn't becoming a "normal" teen fast enough couldn't see that I was more holding on to those things because I liked what they represented more than I did actually playing with them. I didn't get any more figures until I got a car in High School, and bought a Spider-Man that had suction cups on his hands to put on the inside of one of the windows. They weren't happy about that, but I had a girlfriend so they let it slide. I guess as long as I wasn't gay they were willing accept it.
And so it has gone in the 25+ years since. I got it all: “no one will want to date you/marry you if you like these things”, “don’t you think life would be easier if you were ‘normal’?” All that stuff. Again: they have backed off, mostly because I finally got married.
I'm still the black sheep in my family. Being the weird, theatrical, nerdy, horror obsessed goth kid was NOT what they wanted. I have no real interest in sports (I enjoy going to a game sometimes with friends, but I have no interest in following it or watching it on TV), I'm not mechanical at all, and I'm not a conservative....I'm pretty much useless to them. They HATED that I did theater, and while my dad started off somewhat supportive of it, he pretty much bailed after I was out of college and doing more indie shows. Heck, I did a production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch in 2004 that I also produced, and my brother (who is the "golden child" to them) helped on some of the technical aspects. Not even my worshipped sibling's contributions made them inclined to come see the show, which honestly was fine with me.
Needless to say, my figure collection just gets eyerolls and head-shakes from them. The nicest thing I've heard was when my mom said "well, this would be very difficult to dust". Anytime my dad sees a picture I post about a toy, or of me in a cosplay, he lectures me about how potential employers look at social media, and they might judge me harshly for those things. He still hasn't figured out that I just don't give a shit. I have three other siblings they can be proud of...I don't care if I live up to their expectations. Honestly, I would NOT want the pressure that my siblings feel from being so scrutinized.
It’s definitely why I own the giant Mondo vinyl Scare-Glow: I viscerally remember my mom gaslighting me out of buying him when I was a kid (talk ME out of buying a glowing skeleton man in a purple cape????), so every time I see a cool Scare-Glow thing, I grab and say “fuck you, Mom” out loud.
HAHAHAHA! This was me a few years ago, when I bought an old Clash of the Titans Perseus figure. When I was in about fourth grade, my mom got mad at me and broke my CotT figures as punishment (she later justified it that they were "Satanic"). These were figures I had bought with money I had earned mowing yards, and looking back on that it really sticks in my craw. I definitely raised a middle finger to her when that Perseus showed up, and I still give her the bird every time I look at it.
Anyway: all that is to say that it is hard to find balance when you were told most of your life that action figure collecting was functionally as bad for your life as drugs.
I heard, almost daily until I moved out, that I would "never amount to anything" as long as I continued being interested in such "childish, stupid things".
Ooooohhh “too gay for the straights, too straight for the gays” totally resonates with me. Like I’m definitely only attracted to women, but that’s about the only thing that concretely separates from my many gay friends (I work in theatre, so I’m kind of a minority as a heterosexual man, and that is just fine). There have been many times where assumptions were made about my sexuality due to my gender presentation, and that has been awkward and sometimes unfortunate with hurt feelings and such. Also as a 90s teen, “hurr hurr you’re a f*ggot” was the de rigueur insult: I just started firing back with “sorry, bro, I get that you’re struggling and feeling a certain kinda way, but I’m just not interested in dating you”, and then hit them with a BIG smile. The bros did not like that, nope, not one bit.
Oh man...I have been messing up folks "gaydar" for most of my adult life! In theater, I'm usually the token straight guy, but it's usually just assumed that I'm gay. Thing is, I get it...I'm not hyper masculine most of the time, though I certainly can present that way sometimes. I tend to be very expressive, emotional, and very empathetic, and I also am very physically affectionate to my friends. At times I've wished I WAS attracted to men, as I'd certainly have gotten a lot more action!
Of course, that definitely led to me being bullied when I was younger, but as I got older I learned to use it to my advantage. I remember one time I was in full Frank N Furter garb, as I played in a Rocky Horror shadow cast when I was in-between theater gigs. While in the bathroom before the show, some drunk dude stumbled in, took one look at me and said some slurs, then decided he wanted to fight me. I turned around, looked at this idiot who could barely stand, raised my fists up and said "okay man, but you need to ask yourself...do you really want to have your ass kicked by a guy dressed like this?". The look on his face was priceless, as it dawned on him that a light breeze could take him out, so there was no way he was going to be able to take me on. His eyes got wide, he muttered "shit", and he proceeded to stagger out the way he'd came. I assume he just pissed in his pants, since he never used the facilities while he was in there.
So I guess that is one reason I don’t quit: so that maybe some young weirdo will see me living my weird life and go “hey, if that guy can be a toy-loving weirdo and also an adult, maybe I can too!”
I've had several of my now-adult kid's friends tell me that coming over to our house when they were kids was a revelation to them. While other dads were obsessed with football or whatever other "manly" things they were into, our house had the cool toys in the game room. Some have told me that it led to them starting their own collections of things they love. Some were figures, others things like records or trading cards, but I'm just happy that these kids saw it was okay to embrace things that make you happy.
I have this crazy vocabulary where I can use these wild words correctly but sometimes can’t actually *define* them because I picked them up from binge-reading books as a kid. It’s pretty nuts.
Funny, because my mom used to tell me that comics were "trash" and that they were going to lead to me having a limited vocabulary. The exact opposite is true, in that I learned SO many words from reading comics! When I started reading novels in about third grade, I had very little trouble understanding what was going on because comics had already wired my brain to pick up on things like context clues. These were books meant for adults, not children. When I got into High School I had a couple teachers accuse me of plagiarism when I'd write a report because they didn't believe someone my age could have such a grasp of vocabulary. Like you though, I often can't "define" the word, but I absolutely use them correctly in a sentence. I
My wife calls my ability/compulsion to store knowledge about my special interests my “superbrain”. I don’t know how “super” it is when I also wind up stuck with mental recordings of really old commercials that “stuck” because I was watching some cartoon I loved and was already in hyperfocus when they came on. Sigh. “They will move into your heart and give you love right from the start, Bouncin’ Babies, FROM GALOOB!!” Yeah, that lives rent-free in my head and I’d love to let it leave.
I was once told that my brain is a vast repository of completely useless knowledge. I can't argue with that.
This past week I've had the "I hanker for a hunk of cheese" commercial in my head. I frequently have various commercials from the 70s & 80s start playing in my brain, and I have no idea how to shut the damned things off!
I played George Bailey in a stage version of It’s A Wonderful Life over the last holiday season, and was so “into it” that I absolutely horrified my mother. “I was really uncomfortable watching you suffer and fall apart like that!!” Heh, it’s acting, Mom.
Heh...back to when I played Hedwig, my mother asked me how I could play a gay character if I wasn't gay myself. Same answer: "it's acting, mom"! I told her, "do you really believe Anthony Hopkins eats people, or that Christopher Reeve was able to fly? It's acting! That's the entire POINT of the thing"!
if you love collecting GI Joe Classified but something comes along that makes it nearly impossible for you to keep buying (oooohhh, I don't know......say tariffs for example) do you just get rid of everything you have? Is it only fun if you can add to it in perpetuity? Or can you enjoy what you have without adding to it/updating it? I know for sure I am the later, just wondering if I'm alone.
I definitely don't dump lines I've completed. I may prune out some of the pieces that don't really do much for me, but the only time I find myself completely jettisoning a line is when it becomes clear that it is ending without getting to key characters I find essential. I also will sometimes reach a point where I find my collecting of a line reaches its conclusion, even if it is still going, because they have done all the characters I want. In those cases I definitely hold on to those figures, because for me it's wonderful to see a set of complete characters together on my shelf.