And now a word from Basso, Demon Knight of Zondac
Two years ago I started to feel like I was drowning in crap. I had piles of unread books, unwatched movies, and unplayed games. And at the same time, I also had boxes of books and movies and games that I didn't much like. So I put the brakes on my consumption. I got a lot pickier about what I'd buy, and made an extra effort to get rid of the things I didn't enjoy, whether that meant selling them on eBay or donating them to the local library.
At a practical level, some level of discrimination is necessary. Who has the time to read everything printed in a single month any more, or the money to buy it with? For that matter, even if you enjoy something, do you really have to own it?
For me the answer is, increasingly, no. I've sold things I've actively enjoyed, like my collections of Astro Boy and Lone Wolf & Cub, just because I know I'll never have the time to read them again.
Is what's left in my collection great? Hardly. There's a lot of sub-par stuff that I keep because it tickles me. But do I enjoy what's left a lot more? You bet. And I feel a lot less weighed down by my stuff, which is definitely worth it.