I have an obsession with using things up. It gives me incredible joy to use all of something. It may be the meiser in me, but I feel like I get my money’s worth and that makes me so fucking proud. Screw you world; I got what I paid for!
I use the same item like a pen, a notebook, a lipstick, a bottle of lotion exclusively until it is all used up. There is no pen hopping for me. I am a one pen at a time kind of lady. I stick with that pen until the bitter end. Should I lose it or find someone else using it all hell breaks lose!
My habit is neurotic because even if I discover I fucking hate the lipstick shade after a couple of uses I refuse to quit it. I will use that shitty lipstick color up wether it’s ugly or not.
I have gone through entire bottles of lotion scented with the most disgusting blend of juniper and ode de car exhaust because I am not a quitter! Semi-orgasmic joy envelopes me when I hit bottom. Then when an item has been fully consumed I have a ceremonial throwing away of the blessed container and an anointing of the next in line. It’s my own freaky little “use-it up” cult. And I love it!