Am I the only one who sometimes feels this addictive hobby of ours is some kind of escapism?
I am not saying my life is meaningless.
Not at all. I love most parts of it.
I love my fiancee, I love my dog, my cats, etc.
I make a decent living. I have a nice house.
Yet, somehow, when I sit at home listening to music, wondering what might be IF I only bought THIS or THAT amazing piece of gear to make things better - nothing turns me on more...
I NEED it. Bad. Now.
Like sex, but stronger.
I become competitive.
Makes my life more meaningful somehow.
I know, a dark subject; most of you will shrug it off. But most of us must feel it at some point or another...
Why do we NEED these things?
There was a time when listening to ANY music, be it through the crappiest of sources and the most questionable pair of speakers only ignited our imaginations more and nonetheless sounded amazing - if only helped by a joint or two...
Those days are gone. I get it.
But why the passion, the hunger, the NEED now?
Whence this evil ghost, that I may rid it from my sight?
i don't feel so dissatisfied with my life as to claim immediate "compensation" methods, but I don't feel like my life is complete UNLESS I have these things I suddenly feel, at any given time, I need - however impractical or unfeasible.
My significant other has thus far been very understanding (a tiny blessing - a beautiful, nagging blessing, but a blessing nonetheless) and I've gotten things more or less under control - but a similar scenario has gone down differently in the past.
There were days, years ago, when I'd spend all of my free time literally staring out the mailbox waiting for gear I'd ordered off Audiogon or wherever, and it cost me more than one relationship...
Is this normal?
What is, really?
Is it better than getting a hot-rod? A new car? A huge HD 3D TV? A cottage?
Why are these considered a better investment?
Somehow, many people can't understand spending over a grand for speakers, yet no one would for a second doubt a 3k tv purchase, a 40k car, a 100k cottage for a nice weekend getaway...
What if this hobby is MY cottage? My joyride in the country? My night at the movies?
Is it so wrong, then, that I want more, better, more lifelike?
I truly wonder.
How do some of you justify it?
IS it some escapist therapy? Is it more?
Do some of you suffer from this hobby, that one may also classify as an addiction, or are most of you happy with your addiction?
More importantly, how do your partners feel, for those who have them?