I’m finally doing it.
This is a bittersweet part of my journey. I’ve made the decision to sell my action figure collection.
These things used to mean the world to me. I couldn’t buy just one. If I bought one, I would buy the entire collection or series. They weren’t just investments. I wanted to eventually pass them down to my own kids. I wanted them to know how awesome the toys were “back in the day”.
Unfortunately, most of my toys that I grew up with in the 80s were trashed.
Welcome to my world
When I started working full time, buying toys from my childhood became a priority. Even in the early 2000s, action figures from that era were expensive, especially for ones that were still in their OG packaging. So I did the next best thing. I started collecting toys from the modern era.
This was a huge mistake. The reason that action figures from the 80s will always have value is that they were not mass produced. That all changed in the 90s and by the time I got around to becoming a serious collector, everything that I was buying was nearly worthless. These action figures were made by the million to be used and abused and destroyed. Obviously, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to.
I went through about a five year stretch where I bought all of the coolest toys that I could find. It wasn’t consumerism that drove me. I legitimately loved my toys. I kept them packed away but I took them out and admired them on a regular basis. I would keep a rotating display in my bedroom and make sure to wipe them off with a soft towel when their turn in the rotation was done.
I was so happy. As a collector, my tribe of inanimate objects was constantly growing. My credit card debt grew and I didn’t care. I was happy. I would talk about them with anyone who was dumb enough to listen to a grown man ramble on about his toy collection.
For real for real
This is the most upset I’ve ever been while typing up a post for WAPH. I’ve written some fairly personal stuff over the last several months but this one truly hurts. I had a feeling when this journey began that my toys were gonna have to move out of the house at some point.
So why am I so sad?
I really don’t know. My best guess is that I had a lot of shitty memories for that time period in my life. There were plenty of good but that collection represented the happiest of times for that era.
I’ve thought about selling them on several occasions. The answer has always been a “not yet”. I always say “I’ll save them for last”.
These things clearly have some deep sentimental value to me. Why pull the trigger now?
Because it’s time
I don’t display them anymore. They’ve lost a ton of value. Most of them are barely worth the retail price. I’m happily single and that’s never going to change.
Have you ever been to one of those funerals where all you could think about was how you wished that you would have spent more time with that person while they were alive? That’s what I’m feeling. I know it’s absurd. They’re just toys. But for a long time they were a huge part of my life.
And now it’s time to say goodbye. So do me a favor. Pour one out for my homies. I know I will.
And to my toys: I love you guys. I’ll never forget you. You will always be my legos.
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