It seems like it has been forever since we packed up our things and put them on the moving van. Today though, the stuff should arrive. Of this I am most thankful, I am not one to surround myself with meaningless objects, however I do miss the human comforts that I have grown up with. Most of all I miss my books, they are the only objects that hold meaning to me. I have never been one to fill up my room with such randomness and useless objects, for unlike those who do, they bring me no comfort. Posters have very rarely hung on my wall, and havent since the age of sixteen. I do not collect frippery and find no need to buy items merely because I can and hold on to them long after their novelty has worn off. Such things I find virtually useless and I enjoy my Spartan room. The only thing that I need to make me feel at home is my books, they go everywhere giving my room almost a library like feel.
I find that having mass collections of useless object brings me not comfort but distaste. I have no need to fill up my life with things, for things do not but give the allusion of well being and dont actually create it. Plus living like I do, things would only be left behind from place to place, they cant travel with me, and to me they are seemingly more like binds that hold me to a certain area. I am much happier with filling my life up with books and experiences than I am with useless knick knacks. Needless to say I do not base my worth, like so many others do, on how much stuff I have, but on what I have seen and done.
The only other thing I have in abundance other than books is music, but I have managed to fit all of my C.D.s into a worn shoe box, so it is quite easily traveled with. I have to admit that music is an integral part of my life, it is what truly keeps me happy and what brings me much peace. I grew up listening to a variety of music, my parents both avid listeners as well. I was raised on oldies, Zydaco, symphonic, and good old show tunes and opera. My dad is pretty closed about his music sticking mostly to blues and Jazz, however my mother is not so refrained. Anything that I have been into she has been into, I remember driving to drug rehab with the harsh beats of Ludicrous (rapper) and my mom singing along with the dirty lyrics and getting a lot of looks from the members of other cars. Now she is quite in love with Type O negative, she drives down the street singing along with the lyrics and to my wary eye, playing air guitar. I find her antics at trying to be with it quite amusing, and I like that she enjoys herself so fully when in my company.
In many ways I am quite different from my sister, and this is one where our differences are vast. My sister is a very rigid person and like to be In control of any situation. My mother, when being her goofy self around my sister, gets a lot of shit from her. Then again I get a lot of shit from her as well, always its a stop that, or dont do that, or *Smack* knock that off. It really makes me worried that she is so damn rigid and so unfortunately controlling.
My sister is one of those people that fills her life up with stuff. She has collections of everything from years old Chinese cookie fortunes, to baubles of all sort. She truly is a hoarder and it confounds me as to how this habit of hers brings any comfort. She is much worse than even my grandmother (who lived during the depression) at hoarding objects and hanging onto things that have long ago lost their meaning. Then again it doesnt surprise me so much that we are such completely different people. As I have previously stated I am adopted and that does much accounting for when comparing my sister and I.
However I know that there are more people like her when it comes to this uncanny disposition to collect and to hoard. If it wasnt so than the market would be down all the time because of peoples lack of interest in things. Its almost as if all of her things are what hold together the fabric of her life, like strings in a tapestry, its almost as if she is unable to let them go, lest her life completely unravel. To this day she is sending hostile messages and refuses to talk to my mother or I because she has this Idea in her head that we might have taken some of her precious stuff and she wants it back.
My sister is not so good at parting with things, and sometimes my things often times become her things. She will just as likely throw a fit about something that was mine that I was merely taking back into my possession (such as computer games or books) as she will about something that was truly taken from her (a chap stick I took from her because she has a collection of 30). It often makes me wonder how shallow her life is that she must have these things to keep her happy.
My father is quite like her in that way, always needing new toys and things to keep himself satisfied. It is sad to me that life has become based on materialism for so many people. Its as if the more stuff one has the happier one should be, however untrue this feigned happiness might be. To me life should not be based on how many things one has acquired but on how one chooses to live their life. All everybody seems to see are their cars, how big there homes are and how many objects fill them.
To me these things are meaningless, they do not make for a rich life nor a meaningful existence. I mean who truly looks at that guy driving the bright yellow hummer and thinks to himself, wow that guy must live a great life to be able to drive that hummer. I definitely dont in fact I look down on those who drive such gas guzzling contraptions. To me it is pointless to drive such a vehicle when one lives out the majority of his or her life out in the suburbs.
I truly wish people would look past all the stuff and find ways to make their life more meaningful, to make their existence full and rich.
I find that having mass collections of useless object brings me not comfort but distaste. I have no need to fill up my life with things, for things do not but give the allusion of well being and dont actually create it. Plus living like I do, things would only be left behind from place to place, they cant travel with me, and to me they are seemingly more like binds that hold me to a certain area. I am much happier with filling my life up with books and experiences than I am with useless knick knacks. Needless to say I do not base my worth, like so many others do, on how much stuff I have, but on what I have seen and done.
The only other thing I have in abundance other than books is music, but I have managed to fit all of my C.D.s into a worn shoe box, so it is quite easily traveled with. I have to admit that music is an integral part of my life, it is what truly keeps me happy and what brings me much peace. I grew up listening to a variety of music, my parents both avid listeners as well. I was raised on oldies, Zydaco, symphonic, and good old show tunes and opera. My dad is pretty closed about his music sticking mostly to blues and Jazz, however my mother is not so refrained. Anything that I have been into she has been into, I remember driving to drug rehab with the harsh beats of Ludicrous (rapper) and my mom singing along with the dirty lyrics and getting a lot of looks from the members of other cars. Now she is quite in love with Type O negative, she drives down the street singing along with the lyrics and to my wary eye, playing air guitar. I find her antics at trying to be with it quite amusing, and I like that she enjoys herself so fully when in my company.
In many ways I am quite different from my sister, and this is one where our differences are vast. My sister is a very rigid person and like to be In control of any situation. My mother, when being her goofy self around my sister, gets a lot of shit from her. Then again I get a lot of shit from her as well, always its a stop that, or dont do that, or *Smack* knock that off. It really makes me worried that she is so damn rigid and so unfortunately controlling.
My sister is one of those people that fills her life up with stuff. She has collections of everything from years old Chinese cookie fortunes, to baubles of all sort. She truly is a hoarder and it confounds me as to how this habit of hers brings any comfort. She is much worse than even my grandmother (who lived during the depression) at hoarding objects and hanging onto things that have long ago lost their meaning. Then again it doesnt surprise me so much that we are such completely different people. As I have previously stated I am adopted and that does much accounting for when comparing my sister and I.
However I know that there are more people like her when it comes to this uncanny disposition to collect and to hoard. If it wasnt so than the market would be down all the time because of peoples lack of interest in things. Its almost as if all of her things are what hold together the fabric of her life, like strings in a tapestry, its almost as if she is unable to let them go, lest her life completely unravel. To this day she is sending hostile messages and refuses to talk to my mother or I because she has this Idea in her head that we might have taken some of her precious stuff and she wants it back.
My sister is not so good at parting with things, and sometimes my things often times become her things. She will just as likely throw a fit about something that was mine that I was merely taking back into my possession (such as computer games or books) as she will about something that was truly taken from her (a chap stick I took from her because she has a collection of 30). It often makes me wonder how shallow her life is that she must have these things to keep her happy.
My father is quite like her in that way, always needing new toys and things to keep himself satisfied. It is sad to me that life has become based on materialism for so many people. Its as if the more stuff one has the happier one should be, however untrue this feigned happiness might be. To me life should not be based on how many things one has acquired but on how one chooses to live their life. All everybody seems to see are their cars, how big there homes are and how many objects fill them.
To me these things are meaningless, they do not make for a rich life nor a meaningful existence. I mean who truly looks at that guy driving the bright yellow hummer and thinks to himself, wow that guy must live a great life to be able to drive that hummer. I definitely dont in fact I look down on those who drive such gas guzzling contraptions. To me it is pointless to drive such a vehicle when one lives out the majority of his or her life out in the suburbs.
I truly wish people would look past all the stuff and find ways to make their life more meaningful, to make their existence full and rich.