The Very Real Question

The very real question here is "Why?"

Back in December 2011, I was having coffee with my good friend, Barbara, a little old Jewish lady from New York. She asked me what I was giving myself for Christmas and I tried to explain this whole games list fiasco. She turned to me and said, "Who cares? Who cares if sometimes you get yourself a little something? It's your money!"

I replied that, yes, it is indeed my money, but it's exactly that kind of attitude that got me in trouble in the first place. I'd think, "Hey, it's my money. I'll buy this thing here and if I never beat it, who cares, right?"

Well I'm putting a stop to that. I'm looking specifically at my money. Why do I have money? Why do any of us have money? Because we sell our time to our employers and they, in turn, pay us to do what they are unable to do themselves. So in a very real sense, my money is my life. I exchanged precious hours, irreplaceable minutes of my life to obtain this money. For what? So I could spend it on something that goes on a shelf and collects dust?

So maybe you think, "Well why don't you sell them if you want your precious money so much?!" See, that wouldn't do it either. On the used games market, these games would hardly get me the money I originally spent on them. So, if I sold them, I would neither obtain the enjoyment of playing them, nor regain the monetary investment. The way I see it, the only smart course of action is to play them to completion, decide which ones I like enough to keep, and sell off the rest.