One last post before I head to Moab for the weekend…
I had one final discussion with my wife last night about the differences between my purchase of a few $100 comic books and her $100 spent on a haircut. She pointed out that she goes to that extreme only three times a year, whereas I spent a whole year’s worth of haircuts in one afternoon. She spreads out her $300 spending, while I leave the door open to more and more expenditures.
I tried to tell her that there will be no potential return on her investment. I, on the other hand, can one day sell my books. Sure, I might never be able to recoup my costs, but at any time, I can turn around and get at least some of my money back.
Awhile later, after reading my last couple of blog entries on the subject, she couldn’t resist pointing out that my purchases are hidden away in a box upstairs. “Your comics are hermetically sealed and un-viewable while my glorious hair can be enjoyed daily by everyone I encounter!”
Hard to argue with that.