Just some random points which prove (to me) that I may be afflicted with the audiophile bug:
1. I often NEED music to maintain and restore my mental health. Even if the music itself is sad.
2. I own many CDs that most people never heard of or would ever consider playing, but mean alot to me.
3. I fret over categorizing my CDs on a daily basis. (Fleetwood Mac's "Pious Bird of Good Omen" belongs in my Blues section, but then what about "The Kiln House"? It isn't blues, but it just seems wrong to not slot them contiguously (chronologically, of course). Or, since each section is ordered alphabetically, do I file Bo Diddley under "B" for Bo, "D" for Diddley, or "M" for Elas McDaniel? And I am exposing only the tip of this ominous iceburg folks.)
4. CDs are strictly forbidden to spend the night anywhere except IN their jewel case and IN the CD storage cabinet or my briefcase. NOT in the player, or car, or at a friend's house (unless officially lent to an upstanding responsible person).
5. When someone is over and they are rifling through my (our) CD collection, I make it a point to clearly identify every one my wife's (embarrassing) CDs. (Terence Trent D'arby!? THAT, dear sir, is my wife's!)
6. The other day I brought some CDs to work: two Miles Davis "Kind of Blue" remastereds (alas, another indication of an audiophile is multiple releases of the same material, but mastered differently) and Stevie Ray Vaughan "The Sky is Crying". Somehow I mixed up the CDs because the next day at work I went to play SRV, but as I took the CD out of the jewel case I thought, "Huh? I don't remember Stevie recording for Columbia." Then realized that it was Miles in the SRV case. Crap! Panic set in: First, I want to hear SRV but I've got Miles instead! Secondly, and more upsetting, this meant I left the Miles case back at home with SRV inside! I was ill all day at work knowing that SRV was at home in a Miles case and I could not come up with an excuse for my boss to excuse me from work so I could go home and rectify this tragic faux pas.
7. When my wife leaves the house, before she gets the car into Reverse, I've already pushed the furniture around (for maximum imaging and soundstage), popped the grills, cracked a Dale's Pale Ale (my new everyday favorite), and sunk my fat behind deep into the sweet spot, CD player remote in one hand and beer in the other. Ah, sweet bliss.
8. As remote dependant as I have become, I still ordered a preamp which does not offer a remote because I thought I'd like the sound better than the one with a remote.
9. I only keep CDs which I enjoy listening to. If I no longer enjoy one, out it goes, regardless of its sentimental value (gift from wife), cost, or historical significance.
10. Whenever I go out to see live music, if I own a CD of the performer I will take the jacket with me and ask them to please sign it. It then takes on more significance for me, as it is personalized. Unless I get to the point of no longer enjoying it, then out it goes.
11. On occasion I find myself searching for a CD cut which I'd like played at my funeral. Maybe this is just a morbid Italian thing?
12. Even though at this point I am COMPLETELY satisfied with the quality of my system, I am still interested in listening to other speakers, even if it means driving for two hours knowing full well I have no money for more equipment.