So WHAT IS IT?!? Whatever it is, I wish it would go away, because I really miss the good ‘ole days.
Fam... that's clinical depression.
This is on par with "For sale: baby shoes, never worn," as the single saddest sentence in the English language.
Toys feel every Got Mine, What's Next for a lot of the scene.
Toys are basically the only thing I do this with. I place my order, open the box, set it on the shelf, and do it all over again.
I'm a good little consumer. If they didn't bring me more joy than not, I'd stop for that reason alone.
We intellectually understand that X figure costs Y dollars, so to get X figure, which we want, we MUST spend Y dollars.
The problem is we can't force our brains to feel that X figure is WORTH Y dollars, we can only force our brains to understand that to GET X figure we must spend Y dollars. So we intellectually accept it, but I don't think that means we emotionally accept it.
And I think that's part of what's killing the hobby for a lot of us.
Inflation kind of broke my brain.
I just bought two nightstands for like $110 each. They're cheap Wayfair nightstands, but they're surprisingly decent quality. If I wanted them to, I have no doubt that they could last the rest of my life.
Compare that to a nice meal with my wife. If we share an appetizer and dessert, there's almost no chance we're spending less than $110 after tax and tip.
Compare that to a quality import figure. Let's call it $110 for simplicity's sake.
Which of those is the most valuable? You could make a good argument for all three.
I think it's also worth noting that $110 isn't that much anymore. Outside of consumer goods, which seem cheaper than ever, you aren't getting far on $110. Good luck finding a hotel room for $110.
I've always had a weird relationship with money because my Grandfather, raised during the depression, made sure I never spent beyond my means. Now it's worse because I have no idea what anything should cost.
I know many of us here are Millenials.
I was just watching a TikTok where someone went into great length about how Millenials are stuck in a weird place where we are both obsessed with time and yet have no concept of time, because we never were lead down a linear path. And as such we feel both young and old at the same time and those two idealogies combat one another repeatedly.
I feel that. I blame the economic fuckery. It's a constant stop/start.