I said to myself once, “I’ve got all the tools I really NEED”. That was many, many, UPS deliveries, flea market trips, and impulse buys ago.
As your capabilities grow so will your desire to expand your skills. As your skills grow, your wants and “needs” will to. Your tastes will evolve. Some things that interest you now will no longer amuse you and you’ll unboundedly buy some shit where you’ll almost instantly question the logic behind the purchase. Some asshole will post a killer deal on here and even though you didn’t really need 36 bottles of Tap Magic, there they’ll sit. Who the hell needs 581 ratchets? Nobody needs 581 ratchets. The Armies of mid-sized European nations operate with less ratchets than that, but here a man makes such a statement and nobody doubts it or even bats an eye.
Soon enough you’ll be watching for the brown truck hoping to make a discrete transfer before the Mrs. catches on. Then one day you’ll look around and wonder how in the hell you ended up with all this stuff. You’ll sell some things here and there, but you’ll just use the money to buy new tools that are better suited to your current interest. There’s no turning back now. It’s like banging heroine or buying a timeshare, it’s easy to start, but damn near impossible to get out of.
My advice? Stay off the tool trucks and marry an understanding woman who knows about your addiction up front.