We’ve all had some of those: “OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING?!?!” moments, as you swipe the Visa for your latest plastic crack purchase, when you realize you could have had 12 footlong sandwiches for the same price. Groceries, for a week. Maybe as much as half the rent cheque…?
Perhaps my mother trained me too well, I’m built to scrutinize every single penny that leaves my account honestly. Factored into said scrutiny however, is often the inevitability of the purchase, and AGONY factor of having to delay from such a purchase. Ultimately, if I’ve pretty much decided I’m going to spend the money, I may as well stop fretting about it and pull the goddamn trigger. Continue reading “A Valuation of My Hobby Addiction”