I just passed by the Bestbuy and there were people huddled in the rain at 9pm. They had collected the shopping carts and set them on end and attached a fema blue tarp to form a black Friday bargain shanty. There are very few things in that store that I would want on a normal day but absolutely nothing in there I would want bad enough to camp out for. It is not for me. I hope those people get what they are looking for.
I realize that I am going down the lifestyle road that many people would never consider. I want to be debt free and unencumbered by clutter. It is like the sculptor describing his process as one of taking away any stone that did not look like the statue he had in his mind. I have an idea of what I want things to look like and I am trying to rid myself of the things that don't fit there.
I have spent the day talking to people that want to upgrades in their life. They want complexity and insanity all around them. I want as few internal combustion engines in my life as I can get away with. My span of control has been shrunk by my experiences of the last 18 months and I don't know if I will recover to normal again. The spinning, thrashing, whirling knobs and whistles of the Jone's society deter me from keeping up with them and in fact make me feel sorry for them a little.
I don't judge the stuff loving masses. It doesn't hurt me. They likely see me as some sort of uncluttering zealot unsuccessfully looking for internal peace by calming my physical surroundings. Everyone needs a hobby.
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