I like writing. And talking. I do tend to go on if nobody stops me. Rambling is fun, I think. I don't know when to stop, really. I feel as if I have to keep going to show that I'm giving the subject attention. To be truthful, in a sense. Or maybe I just like to ramble and try to kickstart random conversations about things I'm into. Could be that as well. I also do have a compulsion to "get it all", so I write these massive posts about why I don't need X/Y/Z to, in a way, convince myself of that.
All cards on the table, trimming things down has been on my mind for a while now, so it tends to bleed into it all as far as collectibles are concerned. I'm not comfortable yet with all that I "want", so I try every day to bring it down an extra notch. Maybe I should start unironically LARPing as Doom and only do and buy the things Doom would...
I think my mind would be a very good place to be in. Why, I'm a jolly, well-adjusted fellow.
That's part of what happens when mental creations start realising what they are. Sorry, your time is near...
RE Elektra: It's the Meditteranean, you can go from pale to "bronze", especially if you work outside.