
I turned 40 on January 30th of this year.
I don’t have any children of my own and never had any little ones in the house.
So, why on earth am I keeping storage rooms full of toys and comic books?
Yeah, I’m that guy. The 40 Year Old not-so-much-Virgin. I admit it.
I’ve taken a lot of teasing over the years for my love of comics and my collecting of toys related to those comics. I kept the comics in plastic sleeves with backer boards. The toys were never removed from their boxes because they would lose their value. Sheesh, what a nerd.
A few years back, I sold a bunch of my toys off on ebay. I made about $3,000 doing it. That’s amazing, right? Do you know what’s more amazing? I bought very high-end comics with that money. Yup, that’s classic Colin. Do something good and follow it up with a silly decision. I’ve got a handful of professionally-graded comics now that total more than $3,000.
Iron Man #1 and Fantastic Four #48 (the first appearance of the Silver Surfer) are just a couple of this bunch. I was so happy to own these books. I stared longingly at them for several weeks. I showed them off to friends and family. Then I put them in a box. I’ve only looked at them one or twice since when I’ve had to move that box. Where’s the value or joy in owning something like that?
The same goes for the toys. I’ve got boxes and boxes filled with toys and vintage video game systems. These boxes are in the furnace room, the attic, my home office and a couple closets. For a while, I had all of my toys on display in my home office, but I decided to stop with the toy store look and put them away. I never look at those things now.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, like I said I turned 40 this year. On my birthday, I was eating breakfast alone in a Las Vegas casino restaurant. I liked being there that morning and reflecting on my life. There were many things I’ve done that I was happy about (joining the Army, getting my college degree, being a cop, joining General Growth) and some things I wasn’t (getting involved with the police guild, walking away from GGP, buying a Laundromat).
I didn’t decide at that moment to sell my collection, but I knew I wanted to make different choices in my life. On of those was to grow up.
Oh, I’ll still love comic book heroes and will rush to the movie theater when the new Wolverine movie comes out. (I saw Watchmen on opening night and it was great). I will still think some toys are awesome to look at, but I won’t be buying them anymore.
Why should I keep a house full of things that serve no purpose? They are my “knick-knacks.”
My mom has a house full of knick-knacks and it drives me crazy. It always has. I hate little trinkets here and there, cluttering up a house, requiring extra dusting and always getting in the way. But it wasn’t until this birthday that I realized I was doing the same thing.
I don’t want to be that guy anymore.
So, I’ve started a big sell-off on ebay and craigslist. Last year I did a big spring clean-out and was dumping boxes and other crap that I saved for no reason. Why would anyone keep a box to a flat screen TV that you’ve had for two years? But I hoarded the collectibles, refusing to see what I now see.
Well, no more. My goal is to de-clutter my life while at the same time recapturing some of the funds that went into building this collection. It’s a slow process, but a process I have begun nonetheless.
I want to live life. I want to learn how to play the guitar (I’m taking lessons now). I want to travel and sightsee. I want to improve my writing. I want to go back to school. I want to take Kenpo Karate again. I want to try my hand at owning a business again. I will do these things because they are what add value to my life. They will challenge me and help me grow.
I won’t judge my life by the things I own. Not anymore.