So I was standing in the middle of Barnes and Noble with a friend, clutching my tall unsweetened Tazo Passion iced tea, and had a surreal moment. Frank Sinatra playing on the in-store music system, the dark woods, the club chairs, the artfully arranged displays: all of them were calculated to inspire me to purchase something that Booklist had labeled "a breath-taking tour de force" or Publisher's Weekly considered to be a "sexy page-turner." I was having a Carefully Constructed Corporate Experience.
I am so oppressed by the mountain of STUFF in my life. I look around my home and it just depresses me...everywhere I turn my head, my eye falls on THINGS that I am responsible for. I must clean them, maintain them, dust them, organize them, preserve them, insure them, protect them, put them away after other people use them. THINGS. Things have taken over my life. I want them gone. But yet I love them. I feel so ungrateful...I should feel lucky to have all this crap, and instead I just resent it for taking over my life. I have to deal with my THINGS, and my relationship with STUFF.
**isn't this post ridiculously naive? like I don't know this stuff already...it just seemed really intense today
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