Materialism

[BrilloPad]

We're living in a material world and I am a material boy.

[doodab]

You can't take it with you, money or "stuff" so enjoy now however you can!

Yeah I just don't think spending several thousand to build a dual Xeon workstation just because I like tinkering with computers really makes a lot of sense.

The music stuff is another thing, I have a lovely mini studio setup for house and techno music and I've not even started, let alone finished, making a track for years. I haven't even had a tinkle on the keyboards for months. Perhaps I should do something about that later.

[vetran]

These sites give me pleasure, just pick something and do it.

Recent Instructables

Hackaday

[doodab]

These sites give me pleasure, just pick something and do it

Really?

How to Naturally look like a girl

TBH instructables is one of those sites where the signal - noise ratio is too low, there simply isn't that much on there that interests me and I can't be arsed to scan through 4000 odd pages of crap to find it.

[mudskipper]

The trouble is I'm not enjoying them for some reason. I hardly use most of them.

I need more discipline in order to make myself play with my toys instead of farting about on CUK.

Many (most) don't feel completely satisfied with their lot.

We do lots of things to find the 'je ne sais quoi' that is going to make us properly happy. Some have babies, some do Iron Men, some get drunk every night, some eat, some starve themselves, some sleep around, some buy stuff, some give away stuff, some collect degrees, some get cats, some get plastic surgery, some pick fights, some gamble, some take drugs, some get religion, some do it all.

At MIL's funeral recently, the thing that got me was when her daughter stood up and said that she was always satisfied with her lot - she never hankered after what she didn't have and was grateful for what she did have. Therein lies the path to contentment. How you get there is another matter!

[I just need to test it]

When your possessions own you...

I well remember my storage unit. It was in a skanky part of Stoke-on-Trent. No doubt that's too vague a definition for many of you but trust me, this place had pulled out all the stops.

Stoke-on-Trent is any Cheshire resident's dirty secret. Why pay over the odds when you can nip down to Junction 16 of the M6 and pay significantly less for many things? And I'm not just talking about Dirty Rita. In fact I am not talking about her at all. That's a completely unrelated Stoke-on-Trent anecdote.

Each time I'd pull onto the forecourt and approach my storage unit I'd get a barely resistible urge to defecate. It was usually a cold, dark evening, which often causes me to get a lump in my sphincter, but it wasn't just that.

Opening the door of my unit revealed pretty much all my worldy goods - now displaced from the family home. There was a sadness about seeing them stacked in cardboard boxes, awaiting deployment in a new home, then there was also the sense of anticlimax that This Was It. I'd accumulated a few bits and bobs but there was little of material value. There were books I'd never read again, CDs I would never play again, clothes I would never wear again. But the thought of disposing of them was unbearable. Hanging onto them was hanging onto my old life. And I wasn't quite ready to let go.

So I continued paying £30 a month or whatever it was to periodically visit my stuff until I'd managed to pay more in rent than the value of my stuff. And ironically it was then I felt ready to dispose of it. I shipped several car loads to the nearest charity shop, then took the rest and either dumped it or extracted a few bits that are now stored in boxes in my new house.

We don't really need stuff.

[scooterscot]

In my free time

I rest on the Chaiselong with bird tweet and fragrant green smells coming through the open window whilst I think about Goldbach's conjecture. Usually I wake up hours later, eh what happened.

[BlasterBates]

I find when I'm not annoyed by big things and I've solved all the problems, I start to get annoyed by piddling things. It's like you have an amount of "annoyance" you have to live with, and that really annoys me.

[scooterscot]

I find when I'm not annoyed by big things and I've solved all the problems, I start to get annoyed by piddling things. It's like you have an amount of "annoyance" you have to live with, and that really annoys me.

You have a problem with closure. All I'm saying is we live in a world where

[VectraMan]

At MIL's funeral recently, the thing that got me was when her daughter stood up and said that she was always satisfied with her lot - she never hankered after what she didn't have and was grateful for what she did have. Therein lies the path to contentment. How you get there is another matter!

You don't get there. That's kind of the point.

I've never cared about owning things, only about having things to use. I really can't understand those people that want to spend 8 hours detailing their car; I'd be out driving it. I don't have any ornaments, paintings, jewellry, or any such nonsense, but I do have bloody hundreds of CDs taking up space that I really ought to try to do something better with.