Went out for some questionable Chinese food with my boss today (the thing about being an intern is that basically everyone is your boss), as we were the only two in our department who were working today, and she has a slight obsession with Chinese. On the way home we started to talk about the things we had or didn't have as kids. How creative we had to be for entertainment, how easy imagination is with minimal props.
Got me thinking once again about stuff, and how I accumulate it.
My great aunt Sweetpea has a large, stately (albeit slightly run-down) plantation in central VA and over 80 years worth of stuff in its walls and barns. Seems every time I go for a visit, she sends me home with something. She has too much stuff, and is trying her damnedest be freed from what she owns. Every piece of furniture or artifact in the house has a small piece of masking tape hidden on it, with the name of the relative claiming it scrawled in bumpy Bic. I bet for the first part of her life, Sweetpea accumulated stuff, then has spent the latter half trying to get rid of most of it. Are well all destined for that?
Why?
What's the point?
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