Hello all! Bre again.
Today's post is going to be about the familiar feeling of dollgasm. If you're a doll collector, I'm sure you've experienced this feeling, even if that's not what you called it.
dollgasm (doll-gasm) 1. n. the excited and extremely pleased feeling a doll collector experiences upon the opening of a beautiful doll or doll related item
You may have noticed that this is one of my favorite words... and that's because it's one of my favorite feelings! I have several hobbies, but my doll collection is my main one. And as the title of this blog hints, I have very little disposable cash. So when I can get a pretty new outfit or accessory or a gorgeous new doll, it makes me happy for a long while. When I got Addy's new outfit a while back, I set her on the back of the couch and I'd glance over at her every so often and smile. And later, when I was sitting (err, lazing about) on the couch, I kept reaching up to touch her little sleeves and whatnot. It made me happy. To be perfectly honest, it's making me happy just thinking back on it.
But this isn't to say I'm obsessed. A lot of people in my personal life seem to think that my doll hobby is a quirky little thing that I'll grow out of or (even more infuriatingly) that this is the thing I do simply because I'm bored with my life and I need something. But the overwhelming opinion seems to be that I dedicate too much of myself to my pursuit of the dollgasm. Well, perhaps. But I don't neglect my health, happiness, general well-being, pets, or personal relationships in favor of my doll collection. I'm not dependent on my doll collection. I don't feel like there's a problem, and my mom (the person I live with and the person who helps me out monetarily) doesn't have a problem with it either. So why should anyone else have a problem with it?
People love spreading their value judgments even when you don't ask. My theory is that they're jealous because they don't have a dollgasm or equivalent feeling in their life.