I dreadfully think about my life choices every time I have trouble sleeping. Which is basically every night. And sometimes randomly during the rest of the day, without needing to have trouble sleeping, to, uh, get in that mood of morbid self-reflection.
It's okay though, I get over it in a snap and go back to worrying about which overpriced dollies I'm gonna buy.
I tend to ramble. In person, in writing; it is a flaw, but what can you do.
God, I wish I could do that. I have figures in my wish list where the motivation behind wanting them amounts to "yeah, I have like 30 issues of this guy's comic book run; gotta have it, I'm in too deep to go back now, gotta commit, gotta get it". It's funny, when I started this hobby I wanted maybe one, two, three figures tops from each property. I would've been happy with a Spider-Man, a Baleman & a Ledger, a Vader and Emperor, you know, the classics. I fantasized about some X-Men and the such, but I had clear plans. Then I started widening the rules, so to speak. Vader became "all the Sith", which became "just the Jedi & Sith" which became "just the Force Users and some supporting characters and some Imperials". Batman became "Bale, Ledger and maybe the Armoury from Nolan, AK Batman, AK Scarecrow, AK Catwoman, the Al'Ghuls, maybe Hugo Strange and Riddler". And so on and so forth. The more I list the less special each figure becomes. But I can't really stop, as I'm now thinking with displays. Ugh, sometimes I find myself wishing for bad casting of my B-List wants so that I can skip a figure. God heard me it seems, and he ruined Kang for me...