This is a story about a girl who had a problem. She was insane about jam. Especially about jam canned in miniature jars. She had more than 500 tiny jars in a cabinet, but she wasn´t able to eat any of them. She loved them too much to do so. Once she decided to preserve her own jam. And she put the I-have-made-this-one jar at the front. Shiny. Beautiful. Perfect it all. And this was just the beginning.
Moral of the story: If you have a weird obsession with something and you start producing your own, everything will get inevitably worse.