Sarma, I congratulate you on discovering what it took me much longer and later in life to discover; That it all gets a bit silly after a certain point. I did the knife nut buying and collecting, but it took me until middle age to realize that they were all just things. Not near as important as the people in your life, or maybe even taking that knife money and putting it toward life. Living a better life in your older age by socking it away for retirement, your kids, grandkids.
After selling off most my collection, the wife and I had a great second honeymoon doing a round the country trip to all the national parks and camping out. Yelowstone, Bryce, Conyon lands, Grand Canyon, Mesa Verde, Arches. And that was just the sale of the Randall's to the Randall fan boys. I gave away the rest to the kids grandkids, nephews, nieces, cousins.
Now I'm just happy with whatever pocket knife I have on me that day. Living in modern 21st century suburbia, I have little real world use of a knife, and a moderate pocket knife handles it fine. An Opinel number 5 or 6, a Christy knife, a small SAK. All open packages and cut string fine. If Chinese paratroopers drop out of the sky, I don't think what knife I have on me will matter much. Even in my backpacking days, I never needed more than a pocket knife. I think the most rigorous use my Randall 14 was put to was, stirring a pot of chili.
I made it a point stay away from knife forums for a while, and it made a huge difference. It was like a drunk staying away from the bar. Now I visit the knife and gun forums, and its like a reformed drunk on the wagon, going to the neighborhood bar and ordering a club soda with a twist of line, and watching the drunks and thinking; "I used to be like that."
I still take carrying a knife as very important. Every man with pants on should have a nice sharp pocket knife in one of the pockets. You never know what can happen. In January of 1991, I witnessed a car wreck in front of me and the driver was hanging from the jammed seat belt in an upside down old Datsun B210. I crawled in and had to cut the seat belt. Knife used was an 20 year old well used Buck stockman. I used the sheep foot blade because I didn't want to stab the driver when she dropped free of the seat, and the sheep foot blade had a blunt point. All 1 3/4 inches of semi sharp blade cut right through the seat belt with no trouble. A SAK classic would have done the deed if need be.
But it wasn't until I was like 50, that I reached where you are now. At 50 I sort of woke up from what seemed like a temporary insanity and looked at all the s--t I had collected in knives, guns, prepper crap, and asked myself "What the hell are you doing???" Had the big sell off and give aways, and never regretted it. I felt liberated. It had just gotten ridiculous after a certain point. I found the eject handle and bailed. Now I just keep a few knives on hand. Same with the guns.
Good for you, EatingSarma!
Maybe I have worms 
