The Peak of Pointless: 2,301 Pieces of Nostalgia
Seriously? Two thousand, three hundred and one items? Lets just pause for a moment and consider the sheer dedication – or perhaps delusion – required to amass that quantity of anything, let alone merchandise from a streaming show. An Arizona man, bless his heart (or curse it, depending on your perspective), has apparently dedicated years of his life to collecting Stranger Things paraphernalia. Action figures? Check. Replicas of waffles? Undoubtedly. Enough Eggo boxes to build a small fort? You betcha.
This isnt about passion; this is about performance. It’s a desperate plea for attention disguised as fandom. I picture him, surrounded by mountains of plastic and cardboard, muttering about the nuances of Elevens hair gel while his actual life quietly crumbles around him.
And for what? To prove he really likes a show? Newsflash: liking something doesn’t require turning your home into a shrine to it! It requires appreciating it, maybe buying a t-shirt, and then…moving on with your existence. This is peak consumerism fueled by manufactured nostalgia. I bet he hasnt read a book in years. Just think of the space this takes up! The dust alone must be monumental. It’s utterly baffling and frankly, I have better things to do than hear about it.
