Why do I have such an addictive personality? Recent example of this lovely trait of mine:
Within the past year and a half, I started playing Dungeons & Dragons with some coworkers. It started online with Roll20.net (which is a beautiful website), with everything being digital (thus no need for physical dice). But around March of this year, we decided to start an in-person game, which meant I needed dice. For a while, I borrowed dice from either Megan or Nate, sometimes Scoot. But then in May, I bought my first set of dice, and I was hooked. The set contained five individual sets, but I kept scrolling through Amazon, building a wishlist of dice sets that I felt I needed to have. Almost a month ago, I ordered eight more sets of dice, three of which were a set of their own. A week ago, I ordered another set which included twenty sets, leaving me with thirty-three individual sets of dice. I’ve also backed a project on Kickstarter, Iconic Mythical Collection, which will give me two more sets of dice whenever they ship (hopefully before the estimated February 2019). And tomorrow, when my paycheck is deposited, I plan on ordering another set that has twenty more sets.
Why am I like this? I find something cool that I like and I go overboard. I guess it could be worse. I could be collecting blades and knives to hurt myself or others with. So, I guess I shouldn’t be too worried. Plus, all my bills are still getting paid (that is and always will be my first priority) and I still have food to eat, so I guess I’m okay.