Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2009

The great purge of '09

"Have you noticed that their stuff is 'shit' and your shit is 'stuff'? God! And you say, 'Get that shit offa there and let me put my stuff down!'"
- George Carlin

I'd like to think that I'm not a particularly materialistic person but I suppose like everyone I seem to own my fair share of "stuff". Well, ok, a lot of it is actually "shit". I like to harangue my husband for being a pack rat but I guess I must share some of the blame for the current state of our messy nest.

Honestly, I really hate the idea of owning things. I prefer to keep my assets "liquid" (I'm a notorious tightwad!) Physically, I need free, open space. My parents often like to say that "things tie you down" and it is true in many ways. The very ownership of "stuff" requires a certain amount of responsibility (ie, paying for it, maintaining it, protecting it, etc) which can be a bit onerous (...pardon the pun!). For better or for worse, having possessions also keeps you grounded in one place (like George Carlin says, "A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it.") making it much more difficult to just pick up and move freely whenever or wherever you choose. And of course, "stuff" can easily turn into clutter... and that's probably my biggest problem with it. What starts out as harmless purchases here and there can quickly turn into "Jenga"-like precariously stacked piles... the ugly mass of over consumption. Stuff can be a cancer that just spreads over your life if you let it. And inevitably the morbid side of my personality can't help but wonder what's the good of owning all these things -- in the end where will it get me and anyway who wants to sift through all this crap when I'm gone? I really feel that material possessions can be a huge burden on my life.

Every now and then I've just got to purge.

My biggest fetish seems to be paper. Books, comics, stationary, art supplies, photographs... these are probably my greatest sources of clutter. These are things I constantly buy and even by "consuming" them doesn't make them go away: sketches & writings are kept for posterity; books that I've read I'll hang onto for reference; photos have obvious sentimental and historical value. It's really hard to get rid of these things! Usually I don't have any problem divesting myself of material things. I am happy to free up the space in my life and happier still if I can give the items to charity or to someone who could use them. Still, paper seems to be my clutter drug of choice.

This week I have launched a crusade against clutter. We've tackled the bookshelves and our old trading card games, weeding out the collection of excess or unwanted items. I think we could have dug deeper and gotten rid of more than we have -- husband fought me on a few things -- but it's a start anyway.

They say you've got to choose the hill you want to die on... I just hope mine is not a pile of clutter!