Hi. My name is Chris, and I have a problem.
I am addicted to X-Wing.
My habit started simply enough- Wil Wheaton's Table Top video got me to buy the core set...within a month I had $300 worth of spaceships (back when Imperial Aces had just come out). But I was still just a social player. After 6 months I traded my collection to get into recreational LCG use (don't get me started on Netrunner and Star Wars- there needs to be separate support groups for those). I thought I would be fine. Casual. No one got hurt.
But something kept pulling at me. I was sad to see my beautiful little spaceships go. I missed them. My wife didn't understand. I would go cruising the forums late at night just to see what was happening in the meta. I kept being pulled back. I couldn't resist.
3 months ago I fell off the wagon. Hard. In 8 weeks I had sold all of my comics and TPB's ($500), sold my entire Munchkin and SJGames collection (I used to be a MIB for them- $200), and then I started selling plasma (another $250) so that I could buy EVERYTHING(most things in multiples)... I was literally selling myself to get my X-Wing fix. My wife didn't mind since I hadn't spent any actual money on X-Wing, just money that I had already spent on other nerd stuff, most of it before we were married.
2 Weeks ago, I started spending actual money on X-Wing. I am out of other collections to sell. I know I should be saving for the Raider (if it ever comes out) and Wave 7, but I had to get my new-ship-fix. I bought a 5th bomber. I commissioned a HWK repaint. I bought *another* set of dice. My wife doesn't know yet. I am spending money on X-Wing that I should be spending on real things, like beer.
The worst part is, I'm not even playing. Sure, I would love to play, but my wife hates the game. And because of my work schedule, my free-time is so sporadic I can't set and keep a play-date with friends or at my FLGS. I just "fiddle the fiddly-bits" as my wife says, and then re-arrange my collection every other day.
Today I had a breakthrough. I had spent the money I had saved for my dad's Father's Day present on another Imperial Aces set. I was ready to just head over this weekend empty handed because I clearly needed 2 more spaceships more than my dad needed a new 30-06 die for his reload press. But I couldn't do it. I turned around (u-turn on a busy street) and took those spaceships back. I have vowed not to buy any more unnecessary space ships, and to only buy new space ships in moderation and with money saved for them specifically.
I can do this, one day at a time.
May the Force grant me the serenity to accept the green-dice I can not change, the courage to change the red-dice I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
***This is only part joke- all of that post is true. It is not meant to diminish or mock anyone who is or is a recovering alcoholic- I have been to my fair share of meetings to support friends and family. And I work for a brewery, so I super-advocate responsible drinking. This is simply a tongue-in-cheek/satirical recounting of my X-Wing experience that I think many of us on the forums can relate to. Hopefully my sharing helps. Addiction- to anything- can be damaging to ourselves and those around us.***
Fly Casual, and Fly Responsibly.