The Shards of Narsil
I would like to collect shredded pieces of credit cards in the wild hopes of re-uniting them with their kin. I have no desire to use the cards, mostly because I'm content with what I have but also because running from the law takes way too much effort. I just want to have a room in my house that is dedicated to color-coding little shards of plastic, all of which would be meticulously tagged and logged on a spreadsheet somewhere. That kind of organization excites me, but it also makes me wonder if I barely escaped being labeled as autistic.