Are all Audiophiles masocists?


My wife says my main hobby is collecting hobbies. She has a corollary to that realization which is, that I also tend to pick hobbies that I will never be happy with no matter how much I spend or how good I get at them. As an Audiophile she states my system is never good enough. I'm always upgrading. I believe we call that "Chasing the Dragon" if I'm not mistaken. She also says the same about several other of my hobbies such as... Golf (unlikely I'll ever shoot an 18), Cycling (a 4.5 hour century ride isn't fast enough), Drag Racing (Car runs mid 8's at 160mph in the 1/4 mile. Upgrades continue!) and there are others. So you get my drift.Is this just me or does the personality of the audiophile make us all just a bit masochistic?
bullitt5094
I own and play several trumpets. I own and listen to several systems. Listening is the key to life. Listen, understand and learn...
 The difference between adding and moving absorbers and diffusers around provides a HUGE change in sound that no equipment change can duplicate once you get to a certain level of audio equipment ($30 K in my case). Trying to achieve that much change in quality of sound with the incredibly small equipment improvements tauted by many here is simply too overwhelming for my sanity.
You are perfectly right...

Audiophile experience is more dependent on acoustics than on electronics circuits...



«The Greek theater acoustic is way more older than the Edison trumpet» -Groucho Marx 
Sorry I got to mid 8's in the 1/4 mile and thought......
That's one heck of a shopping car! 

A quick trip to pick up something in that would be rather rapid!
Mahgister...*L*  Thanks for the confidence there....but, after 40+ yrs., one develops certain 'auto-self preservation routines', at least in regard to sudden chills of atmosphere and dark silence....

Likened to the hint of ozone before lightning strikes way too close...even if it misses, one looks for burnt extremities....

Mental nimbleness may help....but some quickness may just sink one into the quicksand sandtrap, where one's head becomes the ball on the tee.

(....and she doesn't read any of this....to my knowledge....;)...)