I was planning on ending 2007 with a bang, sending it off on a dramatic and glorious orgy of spending, loading myself up with consumables for 2008. Oh, how I wanted to drop hundreds - perhaps thousands - on comics, DVDs, music, etc., just to overwhelm myself with so much to intake that I wouldn't really miss spending money so much. There are literally hundreds of graphic novels, trade paperbacks and comics for me to purchase (and that I'd be quite happy purchasing), there are dozens upon dozens of DVDs I don't necessarily need, but oh do I want. There's a whole world of music I love that I don't have and the temptation to pad out my collection (even with just digitally obtaining copies) is somewhat hard to resist. And yet resist I must.
If I succumb to my impulses, I won't stop until I've dug myself deeper and deeper into the hole I'm striving to find my way out of, and, despite what Homer Simpson might suggest, you can't dig your way out of a hole. I've done it before, you know... abandoned all common sense and just blown a whole chunck of my "available credit" on frivolity, knowing full well the consequences of my actions (actually, not realizing that 6 years later I'd be stuck in the same rut, I guess that's not true).
So I'm eyeing up Marvel's Digital Comics Unlimited, I've looked at a Netflix-like subscription, rattling in my brain is contemplation about other such expenses that aren't the same style of consuming I've come to know, but nonetheless still expenses of the sort I'm trying to prohibit for Buy Nothing Year. I'm a tricky bastard, even when it comes to skirting around my own set-ups and scenarios.
But I can't.
I just can't swing it.
And I shouldn't try.
Put it right out of my mind.
Look away.
Just say no.
I've got to get used to that at some point.