Wow. I am not alone!
My wife complains that I am interested in everything. One reason that we have so much stuff -- especially books -- is that I've always been keen on one hobby or another. I have scads of stuff related to hobbies that never amounted to more than a passing interest.
When I was in college, I loved astronomy. I bought loads of astronomy books and a nice pair of binoculars. I haven't touched any of this stuff in more than a decade. I once thought that I would like to learn about electricity, so I bought a bunch of manuals. The've never been opened. For a time, I wanted to be a computer programmer. I took this one further than more of my interests. I actually took classes and got two part-time jobs programming. But I hated it. And I'm sure the money I earned barely covered the costs of the books and computers I had purchased.
Sometimes the expenses do pay off. I'm buying a lot of personal finance books lately, but we all know that's been worthwhile. In 1997, I bought a nice bicycle and related gear. I probably spent $1000 all told, but I lost forty pounds and was fit for the only time in my adult life. That was worth it, too.
But most of the stuff I have is just worthless: piano books, harmonica books, information on shortwave radio, a stack of backpacking magazines, etc. Even my photography gear is beginning to gather dust. Basically, I have more interests than I have time.
(It's curious to note that I have the same problem digitally. That is, I have a zillion ideas for blogs, but only enough time to maintain this one and maybe two more. I'd dealy love to start Vintage Pop
, but when? How? And Success Daily
. And Four Color Comics
. And Bibliophilic
. And two or three others that I haven't done as much work on.)