If you care about things, you put them away neatly, right? So if there are many objects strewn in disarray throughout your living arrangements, how much do you really care about them? Do your prized possessions intermingle with trashed trinkets you don’t care about? If so, you may not be fully honest with yourself about your materialistic values. You may care about being the owner of an object yet not care about the object itself.
Could you tell if someone had a headache just by looking at them? There are signs: stroking parts of the forehead, occasional wincing, or a decrease in mental clarity. Otherwise, it’s an invisible disorder where blood vessels misbehave around the brain, sending pain signals, or maybe, something completely different? Can you tell if someone has waged a war against their addictions just by looking at them? Would they show signs of having won daily battles?
About half the books I own are ones I acquired cheaply, conveniently, or freely. I don’t even remember all the books I own. Now that I’m dedicating time each morning for reading, I am finishing books, so naturally, I’ve been tempted to get more books. There are many books by authors I’d like to read, but the question becomes: When will I read these books? If the answer to that is not soon, then, pass.
I’ll be donating a jacket I used to wear frequently soon. I’ve donated many jackets before. This is the first jacket that I wore for its own aesthetic. It might still be, as of this essay’s publication, an olive green jacket with alternating slashes of lighter greens and darker greens, or it might have been slashed to shreds for recycling scraps. I’m not letting lingering lamentations control me. If I don’t need it, it’s donated.
Valuing anonymous clutter over treasured objects is like being penny wise and pound foolish. I’m going to pay rent today. Another month of paying more money for a second bedroom I use only for inefficient storage, rather than as “Zeal,” or a writing workshop where I can write fiction efficiently. Instead, I am writing this essay on a mostly uncomfortable table, overlooking years of anonymous clutter. How can I avoid wasting more money on pound-foolery?
While reading 101 Habits of Highly Successful Screenwriters, hurtling myself toward 1,000 essays published over the past 3+ years on Better Zombie, I’ve thought about how much of those “habits” are things you learn as you write. This website started as an experiment. Maybe something to do occasionally. It just kept gaining momentum. Not in terms of monetary compensation. Other than one essay netting me a $40 voucher, I haven’t made a cent here, and I’m happy about that.
The problem with following a strict calorie counting regime, that being avoiding eating over 2000 calories daily, is that sometimes you just need to eat more. Either through mental or physical stress, despite all your best intentions of small frequent meals, you might find yourself craving something you know isn’t healthy. I’ve eaten thousands over my daily calorie budget and though it feels good and is sometimes necessary, it’s unfortunate, but still, it’s perfectly fine; moderately.
There are billions of books I might like to read, millions I might honestly want to read, thousands, possibly, I’ll read/re-read, hundreds I own today, and about three I’m currently reading. Books in those categories will shift over the years. I saw one yesterday that I’d like to read soon. If it had been a pre- “Moving Zeal” day, I would have bought it. Since it’s not, I’ll wait for its arrival from the library.
When I found this bag during the downsizing process of my “Musty Art Supplies,” I saw white spots clouding one side of it, and my heart sank just a little. Would this be the first object I’d regret throwing away? Did mold get to it? I put it out in the patio closet to air out. When I tended to it with soap and hot water today, I realized what it was, and its attachments.
Why do we care about so many trivialities? From pretending to be that which we are not – rich, happy, successful – to caring about what everyone thinks, Mark Manson’s book The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F …Grawlix …CK. doesn’t quite answer that question. That’s because these answers are different for each person. I might care about being happy for a different reason than you. In an afternoon or two, you can find your answers.