The last couple of days I was up to my armpits in stuff. Last weekend I started cleaning out the basement. Then I read a DailyKos diary about “stuff” and I started to think a bit more about stuff, and how we spend so much time accumulating stuff, then managing our stuff, dealing with our stuff. Mrsbrown1 quoted George Carlin
That’s all your house is-a place to keep your stuff. If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house. You could just walk around all the time. A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it, and when you leave your house, you’ve got to lock it up. You wouldn’t want to somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. That’s what your house is-a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff. Sometimes you’ve got to move-got to get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore.” George Carlin, A Place for My Stuff 1981
Yes, but who would want to just walk around all the time? We live in a stuff-based society. We love stuff. We use stuff to project social and economic status. Stuff makes us sexy. Stuff comforts us, protects us. Who am I to argue with Madison Avenue? Or with my stuff?
So, I stood in our basement, surrounded by the stuff we gathered in the last ten years. However, none of this stuff did any of these things for me. Piles of kids clothes, a purple crib, toddler shoes, a high-chair. All this projects is PARENT and PACKRAT. The old sleeper-sofa, the dot-matrix printer, the old laser printer and two gutted 486 computers are neither comforting nor particularly protecting. There’s more, let’s see: five cans of old paint, an old NordicTrack, a pile of well-used suitcases, the purple, old futon, a couple of ShopVacs, several plastic bins full of clutter, a rat’s nest of power adapters and power cords, and so on … nope – no sex appeal associated with that either. So I started two piles: Goodwill and recycling/trash.
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