I’m a guy in his early 30’s who has collected his fair share of figures. I mean, just look at this…
This is is nothing compared to some people…
It had come to my attention that a certain toy company was making a line of Overwatch characters and one of them, Mercy, is among the line-up.
I am not a psychologist, but from what I’ve read (Carl Jung’s “Man And His Symbols”, and “Jung on the Active Imagination”) did I start realizing why I collect these things many people would regard as a waste of money.
The male characters have something I see in myself and utilize them in their own success. For example: Raphael is volatile, and Batman is grumpy and/or stoic. Star-Lord’s active ego/confidence is one that mine can aspire to.
Then there’s the females. These are anima who have characteristics I do not. Lara Croft is adventurous and conquers fear (especially of heights), and Mercy has a benevolence that’s literally painted angelic.
I could go on with all the figures I own, but you get the point.
I believe we collect these things because we’re scribes of these ideals that these characters represent. You can look at a person’s bookshelf or movie collection and get an idea of who they are.
The funny thing is I’ve almost stopped collecting these because I feel like I’ve “made my point” to myself. At first I thought it was because it didn’t make me happy anymore, but it never really did. Perhaps I was on a search of who I am. It’s easier to buy something that’s already made into something you like than it is to create something that represents you.
Now I’m using my strength to create things, and music will do for now, but I’m looking forward to other things that are already taking shape in my mind and on paper…
…but first I need-nay-WANT that Mercy figure.
I have to write this down and share it with you.
I dreamed I was Spiderman. The whole universe was coming to an end. The city I was in was having some sort of reality distortion thing happen, where the law of physics were haywire. I had to consult Galactus and The Silver Surfer as to what could be done to save it. They pointed me to the direction of some supreme being, and the only way to reach this being was to sit in a bathtub and sprinkle this white powder into it. I end up in this house with a black and white checkered floor (still in the tub), that when I looked outside the window I could see the universe as a yellow dot with a growing black blotch in the middle of it. An old man appears that looks like an old Filipino man I worked with a couple of years ago (in real life), and after a short conversation I say:
“Well, that just means that life is suffering.”
He smiles, nods and says “You got it.”
I end up back on Earth, and the universe is saved.
Then I woke up.
That’s right folks!
I’m a fan-boy, therefore attendance at FanExpo here in Toronto is mandatory.
I’m especially looking forward to getting autographs from Christopher Lloyd, seeing the time-traveling DeLorean, checking out some panels, maybe get some video-games signed, and unloading some cash on things I don’t need to feed my inner geek.
I’ll asking for pics with people dressed as my favourite characters, so if you’re there, BEWARE! 😛
If any of you are going, I’ll be sporting my hat (pictured above), so maybe I’ll be seeing you!