What Dave says definitely touches on a big part of the issue for me.
There's a deep sense of being
owned by the collection, rather than owning it. It became for me a yoke of oppression and enslavement. I know that might sound overdramatic, but that is what it became for me, psychologically.
Dave, I have nothing but the greatest respect that you were able to part with that Blu-Ray collection. I got rid of my own physical media collection in 2008, and it was one of the best things I ever did.
Wrathbone wrote: ↑Sun Sep 21, 2025 8:51 am
You own your content forever. It doesn't suddenly vanish.
But here's the thing; you don't, and it does. There is no forever in life. Death is inevitable, and then what will become of your collection? The reality of this haunts me deeply and makes me extremely reluctant to be too attached to anything in this life. Nowadays I try not to own anything that I am not willing to throw away (with extreme prejudice) in due course. The less 'collections' I have, the easier this is to manage.
Old habits die hard, though. Some years ago (2011) I went through a phase of collecting Papo figures (90mm tall plastic models; knights, pirates, cowboys, etc). A bit of a strange hobby for a grown and married man to have, but I had a sort of mad childish impulse that I apparently needed to process.
I adored my ever-growing collection, which over the course of four years turned into massive 100+ army of figures. I had told myself that I was going to wargame with them, make actual use of them (not just have them sit on a shelf), and while I did pull this off a little, most of the time they just sat on a shelf, taking up valuable space and ever reminding me of my strange, compulsive need to collect things I didn't need.
I got to a point where I felt chained and shackled by the things I owned and instead of being something of joy, my collection had become my prison. I had this albatross hung around my neck (to borrow an image from Coleridge's poem) for a whole decade until I found the strength to rid myself of it.
When I moved house in 2022, my wife took my kids to America for two months to stay with her family, to give me space to tidy everything away and show the house to prospective buyers without the kids getting underfoot.
While I had this golden opportunity, with great mental effort I put all the models in plastic bags and carted them in a wheelbarrow to the nearest public bin (this was before we had a car) and hurled them in. Man, that was a monumental occasion. I never want to be that enslaved to collections ever again.
I do have a small collection of board games at present, but it is small and I know that if it ever gets too large I will purge it. I am now committed to fighting this previously unrestrained part of my mind which I know will only cause me misery should I indulge it.
Also, in the case of media, whenever I see it, it reminds me of the miserable days of my youth; my early 20s where I basically 'failed to launch', and ended up living in my parents' house for way too long, hiding away from life because I was too intimidated by the world outside to take life by the horns and embrace adulthood. I built a media collection as an alternative life for myself; a den to hide myself in. But what was supposed to be a den quickly became a prison. Or perhaps a tomb.
Never again!
"Kingdoms and empires pass away like mist from the sea; the people shout and triumph and even in the revelry of Belshazzar's feast, the Medes break the gates of Babylon."
— Robert E. Howard, The Gates of Bal-Sagoth