Stuff
I'm SO thankful for ppl who influence me positively. Sitting here, I have a bag of opened caramel popcorn (landlord-inspired), incense (joel), and listened to really good music all day (Viscous Solid by Aeroc, thanks to Ross). My ipod is nicely protected (Ross), and the cords I'm wearing I bought based on Sera's zealous recommendation a year ago (super comfy). The candle holder I bought today is clear and simple, and my decorating style is becoming very minimalist and uncluttered (again, landlord, who is an artist with great taste-- I must tell him that more often).
I bought a huge foot and a half long candy necklace for Jay's belated birthday (coworker). I never woulda bought something so 'childlike' / silly / candyraver-inspired but Jay.. well you just gotta know him to gain an appreciation for such things. His desk at work is cluttered with toys and he's always wearing cool homemade jewelry and carrying 'phatty pipes.' The cold pressed Organika North Pacific Salmon oil at my foot is for my dad. I bought two jars, based on David's recommendation (he said he noticed his thought processes speed up after taking it), which I find pretty intriguing.
Everything is from someone, or acquired because of someone. If I didn't socialize or interact with people I would probably have some shitty assed stuff. Or maybe less stuff. Regardless, my stuff breathes 'people.'
Some of the 'stuff' isn't so tangible and materialistic though. My taste in music has been shaped predominantly by guys I've dated. If I want to get in someone's mind, I listen to their music. I guess that's why. I'm starting salsa lessons this Saturday, inspired by an acquaintance and new dance partner, Ken. I do situps and tan and keep out an empty plastic bag for waste when I'm cooking thanks to Joel. Every time I make a move I actually hear either Joel or my mom in my head advising me how I could conduct the task at hand more efficiently.
It gets annoying sometimes having a memory of someone brought up whenever I do something or use an item, but in general, I'm happy to be a non-island man.
1 Comments:
Stuff is meaningless, if you don't have anyone to share it with.
I relate to this post by thinking of how I'm always looking for stuff to hang on my walls. I want to hang pictures, or something, but if I go shopping for stuff to hang on the wall it all looks so empty and meaningless. I want to look at things that are significant to me, so I have some photographs on the wall. A couple of framed pictures. But mostly blank walls.
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