So . . . my vacation started on Sunday and in the last few days I have been hyperfixated on organizing my comic book collection. Separating the comics I want to keep from the ones I want to part with. And I have 5000+ total in the collection.

Between the years of 2017 and 2020, I was buying lots of comics for cheap from bookstores and comic shops. But then a pandemic hit and my interest in diving into longboxes for random pulp fiction quickly faded. I still bought newly released issues from a local comic shop, for a time. But then that shop closed and there really is not a comic shop close to me, so my interest in the hobby faded.

But, by Cthulhu’s tendrils, I have been sitting on this collection for so daggum long now. The comic shop I frequent closed back in 2023 and I was not buying new comics anymore. I stopped mostly because of space. These comics have been taking up so much space it is ridiculous.

I know Stan Lee once commented that physical comics are better than digital. But my argument is that there is only so much space a person can sacrifice to a hobby. Yes Stan, I get what you are saying, physical comics are nice but man, oh man, I just want some breathing room again.

I have organized and counted the comics. I thought it would take me one or at most two days. NO! It took me so long. I got in touch with a comic shop owner who may know someone who might buy them. But I am so tired after three days straight . . . no, today, with this late release blog, it's four days. I cannot think straight. The only thing keeping me sane was listening to “Escape From Vault Disney" podcast and hearing people just ranting about random nonsense helped me focus. Shout out to Tony and his friends, thank you for keeping my brain from melting.

Well, it’s after seven and I have broken my streak of releasing these blogs on a timely matter. But I just vanished into these short boxes. Boxes with 2800+ comics that I just want to be rid of. But I want to at least get some money back for this hobby that I use to enjoy, no . . . I still enjoy it but my, my, my, my brain, my soul, my body cannot give into this hobby any more.

You know? I have not written anything besides blogs for the last two weeks. Maybe I could select some of the mini-series in my comic collection and just tear into them. Nice catharsis riffing just to heal my spirit. I used to love to read snarky comic book reviews and it would be nice to put this collection into good use rather than just collect dust.

I have become so numb to the hobby though. I basically looked at a box fill of one indie publisher from the 90s that no longer exists and . . . kept one issue begrudgingly. Damn. I really need to stop staying up late with these comic boxes. I am a morning person who has been staying up until almost 1:00am. I need to go outside and get some air. I have not even engaged with anime or video games just to focus on this old hobby that keeps staring at me like a sleep paralysis demon.

That thrill of finding something though that I had been looking for was a high that I will never forget. It was the reason I collected to begin with. Maybe I should talk more about this, but at a later time.

So . . . wish me luck in selling this stuff. It will not be easy but I know the comics will eventually be gone and maybe I will use the free space for something productive. Like a new TV and speaker system to experience all the anime!

Good Luck and WHATS IN THE BOX?!!!

PS: This expression on Doom’s face sums up how I feel about comics in general right now. Maybe that will change in the future . . . likely the distant future.