I did something odd tonight. I sold games. A lot of games. But these were not games I disliked or was bored of. These were not games I knew I was never going to play again. These were games I liked. I just had an inkling that I might not play them any time soon. And I thought lightening my load would feel liberating.
Not so much. I feel bad. I feel like I gave into societal pressure to "reduce my belongings" and that "games are childish". Sure, I pocketed a nice amount of cash that I will likely buy a few more games with eventually. Yet, even though I was not playing those games, something felt nice. It was a way to trigger memories by looking at my shelf.
Cash gives no memories.
I feel a bit dramatic here, but it is an honest feeling I need to think over more.