Every few months we have a great thread about toys doing harm to peoples lives; usually overspending, obsessing ect. A few of these threads have really helped me examine my behaviors on an objective level. And then I took it even further.

The first stage was realizing that for me Toys were no longer an innocent hobby. I was spending every spare dime and even though I have an entire room just for my collection they were still taking over the entire place.

Basically I’d become a hoarder. It took a long time to fix but I now have the situation somewhat under control.

Most people here don’t want to hear this stuff and this is where I’m about to lose most people.

I play with my toys even though I am a grown man. I started to examine this more deeply. Are we worshiping false idols? What are we doing when we “play” with these toys?

I’ve come to the conclusion that playing with toys is a form of escapism exactly commensurate with gaming or binge watching shows. Only worse.

When we play with toys we are taking the best, most motivated portions of our consciousness and injecting it into inanimate objects. What does this do to the psyche?

The porn redpill is that excessive watching tricks your brain into thinking you have a harem and reducing your biological imperative to procreate. Toys do the same thing. Tricking your brain into thinking you are a hero or a soldier or have accomplished anything more that flushing your hard earned money on plastic idols.

This mode of thinking has really ruined my joy in my toys. I told myself, they’re art! They’re a harmless hobby! They’re fun. Then I looked into who makes these toys and I started to wonder if there is more behind this. They already know how much an entire year will cost a fan and trick you with bafs and exclusives. That’s just business but what about the existential implications of fostering this industry of childish escapism?

Are toys evil?