You're not addicted until you acquire, in general terms, a terminal condition known as "Gear Acquisition Syndrome" , and more specifically "Slingshot Acquisition Syndrome"
I know about such maladies: 5 ukuleles, 4 guitars, 2 violins, 10 pennywhistle/tinwhistle/Irish whistles, about a dozen harmonicas (Blues harps), 6 archery bows, 400 cc of motorcycle engine displacement,
a knife collection, things that go "bang", about two dozen slingshots (lost count) and 2 ex-wives. Not to mention many books on each of my varied interests, many not even already listed here.
Here's your chance to escape before it's too late. Beware!
THWACK!
Did I mention that I've a Wasp (brand name) Stinger (model name) slingshot on the way to me from across the big pond that starts with the upper case "A"?
It never ends, bro', it never ends!