Moderation is my nemesis.
It is, truly, I’m not even exaggerating this time. Because whether it’s food, or drink, or other pleasures. And whether it’s books, or rubber ducks or boardgames – I have all the makings of a true addicted hoarder.
Which – if you find some way of moderating your lack of moderation – can totally be managed. I have a hole in my hand the size of China, and my not-too-modest salary usually evaporates before I even fully register how lucky I am to make said paycheck. But if I were to succeed in budgetting my various endeavours…I should have no troubles whatsoever in living large. Sort of. I think. I suck at numbers.
After the breakup – a load of budget I previously spent was freed for other purposes. As of last month, and since my new boo ALSO likes boardgames…my attentions have shifted to acquiring new games to play and working towards a to-be-purchased new bookcase to be filled with to-be-purchased boardgames.
There’s just SO many of them. And that’s coming from someone who already has quite a lot of ’em!
So, after ordering 7 new games last Monday – I find myself once more needing to limit my own madness. Aka – not spending more than xxx amount on boardgames every month. But I have roped in my grandma to keep her eyes open for sad abandoned games at Goodwill when she has her shopping sprees there. Because if she buys em on my command..that dun really count…do it…
Show of hands as to who believes I’ll keep to it (hint: mine is not in the air).
But honestly…on the grand scheme of things…there’s worse things to be spending money on than boardgames…right?
I mean…I could be purchasing poor little baby goats as sacrifices like they do in the Frankenstein Chronicles which I’m currently binging. Goat sacrifices are way worse than wholesome innocent boardgames. No?
(I’ll take any excuse to soothe my current need for moooooore!!)