lucylucy -> RE: Being Happy... (6/3/2010 10:24:54 PM)
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ORIGINAL: lucylucy The people I know who equate happiness to having lots of stuff are generally miserable. I'm thinking of one particular person I know who really treasures his stuff--obsesses over it being kept in the ideal conditions (temperature and light are monitored, etc.), spends large amounts of time looking at his stuff, cataloging his stuff, researching his stuff, talking about his stuff, using his stuff . . . and treats the people in his life like shit. He is miserable (and admits to being miserable). I want to tell him that if he treasured the people in his life the way he treasures his stuff, he'd probably be a lot happier . . . but he doesn't listen to me, so why bother. Yeah, just one person--not enough to make a grand statement about people who love stuff, but my gut feeling is that this guy is typical of people who equate happiness with having lots of stuff. I adore my stuff and for the most part take really good care of it. I name my stuff. My bike has a name, my guitars have names, I love my stuff and feel really blessed and happy to have my stuff and look forward to more stuff to love. I adore beautiful things and good design. I would love to have stuff in my life to go with my really great friends and one day a partner would be lovely too. Stuff just doesn't do it for me. I do name some of my things (I always name my car, for example) and I do take good care of my things (part of being an environmentalist) but I'm not attached to them. When my husband and I divorced, I didn't quibble about any of the stuff. I wanted our daughter and that was all that mattered to me. Stuff is nice, but it requires upkeep. I hate to dust. Edited: This post sounds judgmental. Sorry.
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