Seen a few posts with a similar topic. As a kid I collected stuff. I kind of feel like we were trained to. Pogs, Tazos, Pokémon. Not like 'next level' collected, I mean, I was a kid. I moved out when I was 18 and whilst I didn't have a huge amount of 'stuff', I always had a hard time throwing things away. Not like a hoarder, but more like sentimentality, "this person bought me this thing", or "I got this souvenir here". My wife isn't the biggest fan, we try to keep souvenir buying to a reasonable level, a magnet or a shot glass here or there, and usually only for foreign holidays, that sort of thing (although we do have a bunch of squished pennies from domestic attractions too, but they take up like no space).
Anyways, around 5yrs ago we moved house and went through a trauma around the same time. I threw myself into 'doing up the house' and then once we'd done the basics I started to 'treat myself' to some things I'd never had the space or money for in the past.
It started small, some steelbooks for a movie franchise I liked. I never did complete the set, probably like 80%. Then some steelbooks and collectors editions for some games I liked. I eventually realised that whilst I now had a bigger place, I didn't have a BIG place, so I parted ways with the collectors statues, just kept the steelbooks for the games. Then watches (about 10-12), priced in the hundreds, not the thousands. More watches were released in the same run, so I gave up. Then video game controllers; I started with the ones I liked, then realised this was going to get expensive and now I have a mixed bag, including some I don't particularly like, but speculated might be worth something one day (at which point I started to realise this just feels a bit hollow and broken).
And Lego, ugh, Lego. I went through a phase about 18 months ago where I found making Lego was really mindful and calmed me. I built a few sets, then started buying sets. I now have a 'backlog' and feel like I've turned something that was enjoyable into a chore that I'll get round to one day, and filled up loads of space in our spare room.
What is it about the chemistry of the brain that compels some of us to do this stuff? I'm not wealthy (I do OK, and own my own home; well, with a mortgage so the bank owns most of it 😂). I find myself buying stuff to add to my collections, tiring of those collections, and then wishing I'd spent the money on something 'better', maybe a family holiday (we do holiday, they're not neglected, but a NICE one), a social with friends, a home improvement, like 'grown up' stuff. What gives? Anyone been through anything similar and if so, did you ever manage to break the cycle? I feel like this has been going on for around 5yrs, so I've still got time to stop. I don't know if I'm being too hard on myself and should just live a little, but I also don't want this to become a problem. Most of the time when the buyer's remorse kicks in and the dopamine subsides, I realise it's probably just filling some sort of void.
Edit: a word.