Collector

There is a man who lives down my street. He has crazy white hair, an old VW van and he, is a hoarder. His poor little front lawn is exploding with things that he has found and bought over the years. Everyday, he brings home a new load of things, unloads them from his van and into his house or garden. At first i thought the stuff he was hoarding home was all junk, but recently, i discovered, its not. I mean sure, he also has a whole lot of useless rubbish, but some of the things he has are vintage and retro pieces, he has a few collectors items, and tons of other stuff that is actually amazing. He'll even sell some of his things to people who walk by and see something they like. I have my eye on a vintage bike he has... I love collecting things. Postcards, tins, old medical bottles, vintage paper, old photos. Most things, other would consider junk, or unimportant. Isn't it interesting? What is it, that makes people look at something, and say 'Wow, isn't that amazing!" and others simply walk right past and regard it as junk? What part of our brain determines wether we say 'Oohhhh!" or 'EErrrrrhhH" to something? Why is it that when Sarah's mum looks at her, she thinks, what a beautiful little cherub! Where as when I look at her, It makes me want to vomitt? Strange isn't it...