I think I've said this a bunch of times on here... game collecting is probably a sign of psychological or life issues that aren't being addressed. I mean, if you're just amassing things all of the time and it's all you think about and you spend a ton of money on it, it's almost a sure sign. I know it is for myself, and I've known for years. Would probably be of great benefit to myself if could just put it away and reorient a lot priorities in my own life.
That's a respectable notion. Could be said about any other hobby, as well.
A hobby is something that's meant to help you feel relaxed; they're meant to lift you up and alleviate whatever ails you for whatever time you spend doing whatever it is you're doing. Video games are a hobby, and collecting them, too. When a hobby becomes the center of your life and it's stressing you out, literally the opposite of what it is intended to do, then something is wrong. Stuff needs to be addressed, and as soon as possible.
Take me for example. I used to buy comicbooks, they were one of my first and most cherished hobbies growing up. I used to read them for the longest time, and then I used to buy them for the artwork because I wanted to study art and draw for a living, merrily hoping to make a career out of comicbooks. Then that dream dwindled away partly because of my mother (because that's not a "career", as she used to say). Then my focus turned entirely into collecting them only, not even reading them or at least taking a peak at the artwork. My routine used to be going to the store, get my pull-list (all already bagged and boarded), talk and rant for a while about the newest and upcoming stuff, go to the arcades and play for at least an hour, eat something, then get home. At home I would just pull the comics out of the bag and store them in a big container I had for them, all organized by company and title. It was a bit of an ODD thing, too, because I needed them mint or at the very least near mint. In fact, my pull-list was handled by one of the owner's of the store, every month. Not to brag or anything with what I'm about to say, but I was one of four customers that spent the most in this store, so I would actually get a bit of a preferential treatment. That's how knee-deep into that hobby I was; I was still a kid with no job and spend money like some kind of Bruce Wayne wannabe. In my defense, though, I actually used to sell comics at school, and I had a sizeable clientele, so this helped me afford more books. But overall, this collection pretty much turned into an addiction, and it kept like that for a few more years until college where I needed money. Long story short, I had a big Deadpool collection spanning the comics, cards, action figures, posters...you name it, it was big. A friend of a friend was also a Deadpool fan and was interested, we settled on a number, and my Deadpool collection was no more. After that, I lost my mojo and started to slowly feel disdainful towards comicbooks, so I ended up signing up on eBay to sell them; and what did I do instead? Bought more. A whole lot more. It was at that moment that I finally acknowledged I had a serious problem. It took me years, but I finally said, "fuck this, I'm done". So, I contacted the guy that bought my Deadpool collection and he helped me sell nearly 20,000 books of what I have around 1,000 or so left.
What I'm trying to say in that block of text is that that hobby literally consumed me for the better part of my life. Even though I picked up other hobbies as I grew up, comicbooks were first, and trust me when I say they were. I remember one time I didn't have enough money, and ended up selling my SNES with all of the games I had at the time for $200 simply to satisfy my need for the comics for that month. It was terrible. And I remember regretting it almost instantly. Comicbooks usurped my life in the worst possible way, and all because I allowed it.
All in all, I think we're all vulnerable to this kind of situation, and for a multitude of reasons, it's just a matter of time until we hit against the wall and come to the realization that something has to be done about it, and do it. Time and some space is all aliensstudios needs. It's essentially what we all need when crap hits us face-first. There's nothing better than just forgetting about whatever is bothering you for a day and defrag the mind, then come back fresh to tackle your problem.
It's like that saying goes, as corny as it may be: life's a blessing, stop stressing.
PS: I know I say "comicbooks" instead of "comic books". It's a thing I do since I was a kid, and can't help it even if I try. Not that big of a deal, really.
I'm currently on the home-stretch of "finishing" my game collection, with interest slowly waning for the past several years. It was always driven by the sense of discovery and the thrill of the hunt, but those things have reached a plateau.
I'm in that boat as well. While my wantlist is still a tad long, I am getting near to what to me will be a complete collection of games I want. Only a few games interest me for the PS4 and Switch, so I don't see myself getting either for a long time. Things could change, of course, but it'll have to be due to something very special. One of my goals in life is to play all the games that I own, at least once, and getting more definitely won't help towards that cause.
Anyway, I've rambled for way too long. Time to bounce.
*boing*
