Since my bed faces a wall that has a bunch of PS2/XBOX stuff on it, it's pretty much the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see waking up. I sometimes think to myself - when did I become this wall-o-games person? Then I remember I've been at it for 7 years, maybe longer, buying more games every single week.
Yeah, it's pretty awe inspiring seeing all of this great software in one place, but also sometimes scary. I buy them because I intend to play them, but I fear that I won't for most of them. It's difficult for me to do stuff like play a game, especially living with untreated depression and anxiety. Popping in a game often seems like building a house with my bare hands, in my mind. So imagine what playing all of them would mean. Just going out and buying another one is so much easier.
But I keep looking at this light at the end of a tunnel. There are strict limitations to what more will be added to the pile and that feels good. I'm not collecting games beyond 7th gen except for Nintendo consoles, from this point, and my wishlist keeps shrinking ever so slowly.