My friend Lindsey and I are working through a car search, and she commented to me that a car is one of the most fruitless investments ever: once acquired, a car requires maintenance and gasoline and insurance. Once you get one, you only stop paying for it when it dies.
I would note, at this point, that cars are a pretty good reason to live in the city. As much as Natalie Tran hates public transportation.
Anyway, I feel like so much stuff is like this. A television is the gateway drug to video games and DVDs and cable and digital convertor boxes and a sound system and a furniture unit and a universal remote. It's never just one thing. It's always a slippery slope to more stuff. And that's not inherently bad. But it seems to me a kind of inevitable trap, and that irks me.
And so I think, being a hippy must be ridiculously freeing.
It's just, I see houses and careers and possessions and hobbies, and it all feels very burdensome. Distracting, and, enslaving. Things make me feel trapped. And maybe that's because I'm a teenager and have not lived my listlessness fill, that I'll get this spontaneity streak out of my system after two months on my own, once I realize what it means to have nothing, and that I'll value these "worldly trappings" more once I realize what blessings they truly are. But I'm not at a point where I understand that right now. And so being a hippy sounds foolishly attractive.
Of course, I cannot play guitar. I would be a useless hippy.
3 comments:
I echo your sentiment.
Also, you really would fail as a hippy. Your squirmishness about germs would get in the way ;)
Sometimes I wish everybody just practiced subsistence farming. Or at least that I did.
Except that I like stuff. Which I wish I didn't.
If i were to rid myself of all my "stuff" the only way I could live would be to move out to an island in the middle of the ocean were everyone else has just as much as I do- Nothing.
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