I am pretty far down on the personal possessions scale, yet I feel as though I am buried in crap. Last year I threw away or gave away probably a third of what I owned, but I still feel overwhelmed by that which remains. I think most people who know me would agree I am overwhelmed by it all. It is more than I can manage. My house and my car are cluttered and dirty.
Have you seen the JibJab cartoon about "Big Box Mart"? Sure, it's a shot at Wal*Mart and other big box retailers, but the cartoon is also an indictment of our materialist, consumer culture. When the guy sings, "Now my house is full of crap -- it used to be empty," I can totally identify with that.
I buy, therefore I am.
I came, I saw, I purchased.
Behold the product.
The weight of my crap is more of a burden on me than anything else in my life.
I don't do relationships well. And among the several reasons for that, the shin-deep tide of crap, ranging from computer parts to laundry to Wendy's bags, is probably at the top of the list.
I did have my turkey pot pie. I guess I should throw the box away, but now I can't find it.
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