Holy poop that's a graveyard!!!!!!!
When every JY worker knows you by name, and can guess exactly what you need this time.
Your jeep has a "happy" side and a "sad" side (driver and passenger, my driver side is BEAUTIFUL, passenger has dents, scratches, a huge scar, bumper cap is torn, and now only the adhesive is left from pulling lower siding)
Every time you walk outside you stare at your jeep for five minutes, walking in circles and mumbling to yourself, even if you were just talking to your friends while walking out of the house/school/store.
Your friends notice that you aren't paying attention to them and ask what you want to do to your jeep next (not related to above, meaning when you're away from the jeep).
Gas station workers know you as two different people; the one that steps out of a dirty jeep with a suit on on friday, and the one on saturday who steps out of the even dirtier jeep in a wife beater, your "dirty" pants, and flip flops because your feet hurt from squatting.
You know the exact location, era, and what goodies EVERY xj in EVERY junkyard has within 50 miles.
When with your girlfriend, you claim EVERY time that she drove last and it's your turn.
When with said girlfriend, you know more about her 2002 nissan frontier than anyone in her house, hate everything about it, know it is way more comfortable to ride in, but long for your jeep when she wins the "who's driving" contest.
You keep a running list of future replacements and upgrades, which never gets shorter no matter how much you add or replace.
You can; balance a big gulp, roll up/down every window (manual), shift (manual tranny), use turn signal, blow a stop sign, turn left/right, avoid the car in the opposing lane because you overshot again because you'd rather near miss than SH** yourself due to body roll, and listen for noises as you turn, ALL WITHIN THE SAME SECOND.
You can swap in/out front coils in an hour or less (or in my case, you motivate yourself to work faster by drinking milk or having any dairy product, because you know it'll hit you in an hour or less, and tell yourself that there are NO potty breaks when wrenching).
You search for hours around town for that "street" special edition MJ you saw that one time in hopes that you can cheat the owner out of it and sell it to a jeep freak on the comanche forum for three times the price you paid (still searching, baby!).
You suddenly lose all dignity when in a parking lot, and look under every jeep to see what they do or don't have, making a list as you go along, secretly hoping that the next place you see them is in a junk yard (but that the owner made it out safely).
There's that one JY XJ that you vowed to never steal parts from because you found baby shoes in it
Finally, neglecting homework on a sunday night to post random things that define why you are a jeep owner on jeepforum.
Oh so many more!