When I was a kid, I had a very super special blanky and two small stuffed puppies (and I carried around one puppy under each armpit). Those items brought me more comfort than I could probably explain, and I had this deep love for Blanky, Puppy, and Puppie (I decided how their names were spelled when I was 4 or 5). I was also in the habit of chewing on Puppy’s plastic eyes, and chewed off his nose, but that’s a story for another time.
I went to kindergarten, and almost immediately was introduced to the concept of what is “cool.” I think it was the first time I really felt out of place—viewing this wacky weird world as an observer, and thinking that something was a little off. What is wrong with a world where you can’t just carry your puppies under your armpits if you feel like it?!
In the past, my friend Monica and I talked about how we sometimes drive down the highway and just laugh at the cars—people in these little machines zooming all over the place with such urgency. We weave in and out of other peoples’ lives, even virtually, and get our priorities all screwed up along the way. We get intense about things that don’t matter, and then it affects our health and life too. How silly is that?
As an adult, I don’t have puppy, puppie, and blanky anymore (well, I do, but they are packed away in a box). Instead I’ve replaced the comfort I received from them with comfort from myself and other people. Ok, and maybe a few of my things.
Some self-proclaimed very enlightened people will talk about how an enlightened being does not need things to feel good. I don’t want to get into this concept too much, except to say that this is not true for me. I don’t need things. But I enjoy things sometimes, and I think part of the purpose of human existence is to feel joy.
Maybe the trick is that if my things went away, I would still be happy. I don’t know.
What things do you have that you love?
I have my bed that I ordered from Denmark in 2003, my living room furniture that I bought from Arhaus in 2008, my kitchen appliances!, and a few pieces of furniture. The details of my stuff and how I collected them are part of what I love about them.
For all the enlightened people out there who can go through life not being attached to any stuff, I’m impressed. I don’t aspire to be unattached, I just aspire to get the appropriate kind of enjoyment out of my stuff…The stuff I love adds enjoyment to my life, and if it leaves me, I’ll have lots of other eggs in other baskets that will still make me happy and feel good. This, combined with not trying to be cool, has made my adult life a lot more ease-ful…and that’s one of my main goals in life (effortless ease).
What stuff do you love in this wacky messed up world? Would you be sad if it disappeared?