I've got a confession to make - I'm a hoarder. Legitimately. I'm not as bad as those ones the show Buried Alive. But, I think I have enough of a problem where I could probably get there. So recently I've been going through a purge, and it feels really good. Just throwing away all kinds of worthless items I don't need, they have no monetary value, and that I never even look at. I think it's genetic, my father was always a hoarder, would stack things to the ceiling and never glance at them.
I've always had problems letting go of objects, I can't explain why. It's just stuff. I do also have the tendency to want things that are destine to just collect dust. It's only when, on the rare occasion I get fed up and angry, that I decide it's time throw things away. So I've been chucking, and it feels nice. None of my game collecting is going to go anywhere though.
Though some of my other "collections" are going to be thinned out. I'm vowing never to become interested in collecting any other kind of items again. That's a dangerous road for a hoarder.
I've got thousands of items more to go, probably. I don't want stuff anymore despite my game collection. I just can't stand it. The Brand New song Bed comes to mind -
everything that you own starts to pile up like bones and form the walls of a prison<-- true story.