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I hate stuff. just... things, bits and bobs that float around my room being not particularly useful or even wanted but justifying their presence by having been expensive, or a gift, or potentially useful someday maybe.
I wish I could just cut down my posessions to the things I need or truly treasure.
As the child that wasn't spoiled, I was always very proud about not caring much for material things.
This has changed, however, and now I constantly find myself wanting something new and expensive with lots of buttons to play with.
This realization doesn't stop me. It's just something to put in the back of my mind while I play with my new mp3 player and type this on my 24" monitor that I can barely afford.
I’ll raise you 24” and give you 27” I have no idea why this happen to me having been raised on an hour of television a night and a new book every day I blame it on my line of work I blame it on the constant barrage of commercials and trends and low self esteem. I’ve become a lemming. Just one year ago I couldn’t afford dinner. What the hell am I doing with my life?
Sure you can. I did, and it was wonderful. Don't be the slave caretaker of the flotsam and jetsam of your life! Free yourself!
but what happens when the day comes that I really really need those rainbow legwarmers? what then?!