Oh hell yeah, always been all over the map with the strong interests that eventually fade off and what remains are piles of whatever had caught my fancy for awhile... and yeah, I don't wanna get rid of anything because the feeling comes back and then I can finish what I started so long ago. Lather, rinse, repeat. For me, when I lose interest in it all and it's all a crashing bore is when I'm in the depression pit. Then my piles of recent excited interests join the chorus of self-defeating voices that mock everything I do and think. Damned annoying disease!