The real moment of clarity regarding MY tarot obsession was when I caught myself waiting for the mailman in order to get to the box before my sweetie did,,, I took the package and covered it up with some other mail,, walked right by my sweetie wearing my poker face and ran straight to the bathroom where I stood over the sink and opened and inspected my new deck.
Then I found myself sneaking out to the large outside trash cans in order to get rid of the I-just-bought-another-deck evidence,,,,,,,,,,then I sat there and worked with my new deck, acting like it was one I'd had all along.
Yep it's bad. I've been smuggling decks into my collection for over a year now.