The Light Bulb Thing

I have a lot of light bulbs.  When I tell people that, I think they assume I have a few extra packs so that I'm never caught in the dark without one.  That's because most people are sane.  I'm probably not.  My light bulb stash is in the thousands.   Yeah, yeah... I'm one of those incandescent stockpiling crazy people.  I'm okay with that.

Incandescent bulbs are warm and inviting.  The glow feels like happy.  So, it's my mission (one of them, anyway) to never run out.  Every time I go to the store, I buy a pack.  They're only a dollar or so, so I don't even notice, and like I said, I've gained quite a stash.  I really wanted to post a picture of it, but they're in my attic (the part without people in it) and I'm afraid of my attic.  My husband has been cool about the light bulbs, but not cool enough to go take pictures of them.  Boo.  Instead, enjoy my (lack of) paint skills!

 Feels like happy!

I hate the CFL bulbs, I really do.  I tried to give them a chance, thinking if I put one in an out of the way place long enough I'd get used to it, but I didn't.  I couldn't even stand the harsh, unloving light in a closet, how could I possibly go through daily life like that?

 I really, really do.

On top of that, I'm clumsy.  When, not if, I break them I need a hazmat team to clean them up?  No, thanks.  Of course, my brother and I routinely broke open thermometers as children and played with the mercury, and we seem okay.  Then again, I'm probably not the best example.  We'll stick with no.

I know they're cheaper in the long run.  I don't care.  Everyone wastes money.  One of the people who has pointed this out to me admits to having over 60 purses.  I don't own a purse.  I could point out the substantial savings that has brought me, but instead I'll figure we've all got our thing and mine is pleasant lighting conditions.  If and when we're that pressed for cash, perhaps I'll reconsider.  It would have to be pretty bad, though.

 

 I don't care.

I also know they're greener.  I still don't care.  I turn the lights off when I'm not in the room.  I walk a lot.  I shut the water off when I brush my teeth.  I'm not changing my lighting and if the world ends sooner because of it, I'm okay with that.

I still don't care.

Most of all, I don't care that I'm known in some (small and unimportant) circles as the crazy light bulb lady.  It's okay.  I feel confident that I will never run out and if in 2014, if I'm still writing here, you can rest assured I'll be doing it in the loving hug of incandescent light.