Looking back can make you feel a wide variety of emotions. When I looked back this time I laughed and wondered where the time has gone. All of the posts from five years ago feel current. Maybe it’s just an indicator that I was having fun.
Five year ago I also sold out of Series 1. I have such mixed emotions when I think about OMFG. The first series was so exciting and the second series was just a nightmare. The second series cured me off ever wanting to have a “retail” aspect of this website.
But thanks to OMFG I made this video:
Is there some dust in here? It must have blown into my eyes. Fucking dust.
Why didn’t I buy the second auction? Seriously?
I don’t feel regret about it, but why wouldn’t I have tried to win that thing? I feel very comfortable saying there isn’t a bigger fan of these figures.
But the lack of regret is the key. I don’t really get as excited owning things anymore. Yes, that’s a very broad-brush statement but it’s very true. It’s probably easier to give an example: Hell Chicken. I love this figure. It is one of my all-time favorites.
Do you know what I think about with this figure? My oldest son. He loves it too. I think about the fact that he wouldn’t let go of it when it arrived at the house. I think about him busting my chops for not getting him one. I treasure those memories much more than the figure.
I would never sell the figure. But if I lost him in (yet another) house fire I wouldn’t care. I would still love the figure; I would still treasure the memories; I wouldn’t need another one. Does that make sense?
Having said all of that, I hope Hell Chicken goes on sale again. My oldest would lose his mind if he had his own. Dad isn’t the best at sharing. (I recognize I am a work in progress.)
I’ll wrap-up with this post with a story that just fizzles out. It comes from this Epilogue. I so clearly remember this interaction. I can see how he took it poorly, but I can’t imagine being without a sense of humor. I still think it was funny.
I should have sent him a picture, five years later, with the belt shoved up my ass.
Or did I?