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| February 06, 2008
, 12:29 PM |
'STUFF'
My life is owned by stuff I don't need.
I spend more on vehicle insurance than on health insurance.
Do we absolutely need a Montero, a TL, a BMW and a friggin 600cc Gixxer when there are only 2 ppl who actually drive
Do I absolutely friggin need 4 different gaming consoles and 20 video games to keep me occupied.
Do I absolutely absolutely fucking need an array of colognes, shaving gadgets, soaps and shampoos. Do I absolutely need those 4 packets of gourmet coffee that sit in my kitchen.
What the fuck do I need $100 jacket for when I have 6 others.
What the fucking hell do I need an ultraslim ultraportable 3 pound superpowerful ultrafast mind-popping graphics laptop for when there are 3 perfectly good computers sitting at home which are more than adequate for anything I need to do. What the fuck do I need 2 ipods for?
50 inch LCD TV, 3 DVD players with different features, 1 huge ass home theater system, 12 Magazine subscriptions, 2 very expensive Tennis raquets which have not even seen 10 hrs of play, 3 Printers for 3 different purposes, 3 TVs, Routers, 4 External Hard Drives, Fancy Lamps, Fancier Bedsheets, Even fancier furniture, Fiber Optic Internet, Ultra fancy ultra convenient cellphones....WHERE THE FUCK DOES THIS STOP.
Am I happy? No fucking way.
Is my life any more peaceful than it was? No fucking way. I still worry about everything I used to worry about.
Am I doing stuff I am passionate about? NO FUCKING WAY.
So does any of this stuff do anything for me? Yes of course. I have traded my daily run for high-def sitcoms and movies that dont deserve to go anywhere near my mind. I have traded my evenings and weekends for mindless video game violence. I have traded enjoying people and going places for SHOPPING.
I have traded doing anything for doing nothing in comfort.
I don't wake up in the morning coz I have things I want to do. I wake up in the morning coz I have to.
So am I rich enough not to worry about money. No fucking way.
I just have stuff and lots and lots and lots and lots of it.
This is my life. I am owned by my stuff.
This changes today. FUCK STUFF. |
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March 03, 2008 
