Having finished packing up some well-worn and beaten comics that I just sold on eBay, I’m having one of those blue days. I was able to sell some X-Men from my reprint run and stash some cash in my account for future purchases. I realized I am now sitting on three missing issues in my collection.
That’s it. While I can say I am feeling a sense of satisfaction, I know that I will for the rest of my life be chasing better condition copies of my books, the elusive “Mint/Near Mint” crisp books with pages barely touched by human hands, all to be stored away for the unknown future, and cashed in hopefully for retirement.
But I’m really at the end of the road.
I do have my X-Men Omnibus books so that I will forever be able to reread the stories, but I feel a bit blue. I know I have a ton of other books to sell off from my comic cave (i.e. walk-in closet) but now THAT project seems to be my new Hell. Each book is a teaspoon of sand as I am tasked with moving an entire beach. I could, I really could, drop off the long boxes at a store and get nickels on the dollar just to get rid of them, but that’s not as profitable. I feel like a hoarder trapped in my own rubble.
I never thought as a 12-year-old boy that I’d have such cool comics… but I also never thought I’d have more comics than I wanted.
So WWBGD? What would Booster Gold do?
He’d stop moping and realize how awesome he is, that’s what he’d do!
I’ll get this all worked out. Someday.