posted on Jan, 10 2009 @ 11:29 PM
I collect british, canadian, and russian coins. My favs. But also other countries that I come acrossed. They just make me happy.
I collect pennies that I find tails up. They just make me happy. It's silly. Superstition. I look at the tails up as a smile and the heads up as a
frown: relating completely to what I may be thinking at the time, or to what I think of when I see them. Except for nickels. Heads up for
Now when I find a British or canadian coin-someone may have just as well handed me a hundred bucks. And a Russian coin? Woohoo--lottery.
It's just something in the artwork. Maybe, it's something in the touch recognition. Small pleasures.
I eventually cash in the pennies. But my very small coin collection is to me like the binky or teddy bear to a child. Literally comforting. When I'm
upset-I grab my coin pouch.
When I'm really upset-I hold my ...oh damn, it's gone.
Now my place will get clean looking for it
-but if I don't find that one coin; coins won't mean so much to me anymore.