You might be a knifeaholic if . . .
. . . you evaluate people according to which knife would be most appropriate to use in their presence.
. . . your ability to trust someone is seriously affected by how they treat their knives.
. . . you proudly show people how clean the edges of the last cut on your thumb are.
. . . you have to contemplate how you would explain to law enforcement the number of blades in your vehicle or on your person.
. . . you still pine for a white bone-stag handled Case XX Pocket Hunter that you saw -- two years ago -- in the display case of a rural hardware store 20 miles from where you live, and you a) wonder if it's still there, and b) what pretense would get you out there for another look.
. . . you remember with fondness the "naive" younger you that blithely carried only one knife for more than twenty years without knowing what he was missing.
. . . you still have the scout-style knife your dad gave you when you were 12, and you worry that your own twenty-something son may not value his first knife as much.
. . . you still miss the only rigging knife you ever had (which you bought in Portugal), and which you lost on a flight to London in 1983.
. . . you have no trouble concealing the fact of having bought a new knife, because it's just one more piece of "clutter" in the existing pile of knives.
. . . you contemplate selling or trading some of your earlier, cheaper purchases to afford knives now indicated by your incrementally improved sophistication about steels and handles and fit & finish.
. . . you actually found this thread inspiring.