You and me both bro. OCD in some respects with everything I really get into.
yep, i'm either all in or all out.
for example, i LOVE fly fishing. i have no less than six different weight set ups
(b/c who can fish for trout w/ a 5wt and then use if for bass? bah! i need a 6wt too! but wait, i know when i'm hiking though the woods to get to that spot my rod will get caught up on everything. better get a travel 5wt too. bonefish in the keys? got it covered with the 8wt. sure i could use that for salmon, but i'd have to travel with the big damn rod. ah! a travel 9wt, perfect. oh crap...reels...) but, i know damn well that the first time i wet a line it's over. i will spend every waking moment up to my waist in freezing spring water seeking out little fished spots that hold that mythical hold-over eight pound brownie. nothing else will matter to me and it will consume my life. i'll find myself thinking that getting up at 3:30 am to get to roscoe by day break to fish for a 1/2 hour is a reasonable idea.
so, i don't touch my stuff. i know better.
this is the main reason why i WILL NOT play golf (i will admit, however, that i own every piece of equipment necessary to look like a real golfer...yes, i had that addiction at one point too).
the same will hold true with my next tat. ya hear that buzzzzzzzzzz and it's over. i'll need even more ink.
huh. i guess i have an addictive personality.
