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Veteran
I'm not crazy, but every now and then, I like to let out a little excessive prose about my camera obsession. This is not necessarily true, but I get a kick out of writing every now and then. Hopefully it isn't true.
GAS is something of an addiction, or a curse or a gift depending on your perspective. I know that I fill the emptiness in my life with cameras. But GAS can also consume you - primarily your bank account. It can ruin lives. My family told me once that I need to "quit the insanity....just quit it George, you don't make enough at it, you don't NEED it. . . you have enough cameras. . . you should sell most of what you have." RFF is my methadone, my patch, my alternate fixation. When I get the urge to satiate my gear lust, I just come here and let the rage subside.
What do YOU do? Do you find yourself admiring cameras on internet gear sites? I sometimes spend hours filling digital shopping carts full of toys totally without regard for the rapidly piling total, only to close the page in a schizophrenic moment of clarity and purification. I find it . . . cathartic, sort of a reckless release of pent up camera passion. A breed of binge and purge, I suppose.
RFF is a less psychotic escape. It brings me down gradually, safely. Without supporting that destructive practice. It is healthy, enriching, and satisfying.
Thank you RFF.
GAS is something of an addiction, or a curse or a gift depending on your perspective. I know that I fill the emptiness in my life with cameras. But GAS can also consume you - primarily your bank account. It can ruin lives. My family told me once that I need to "quit the insanity....just quit it George, you don't make enough at it, you don't NEED it. . . you have enough cameras. . . you should sell most of what you have." RFF is my methadone, my patch, my alternate fixation. When I get the urge to satiate my gear lust, I just come here and let the rage subside.
What do YOU do? Do you find yourself admiring cameras on internet gear sites? I sometimes spend hours filling digital shopping carts full of toys totally without regard for the rapidly piling total, only to close the page in a schizophrenic moment of clarity and purification. I find it . . . cathartic, sort of a reckless release of pent up camera passion. A breed of binge and purge, I suppose.
RFF is a less psychotic escape. It brings me down gradually, safely. Without supporting that destructive practice. It is healthy, enriching, and satisfying.
Thank you RFF.