Then I thought about the people I think might have a normal life. Are they all that happy? What is it about people that makes them want want want? More more more? What is so bad about not having every little thing? There is nothing burning inside my heart inducing me to shop or spend or get stuff.
The things I wish for include a husband, happy children, a modest extremely energy efficient home, a reliable vehicle with superior gas mileage & a lifetime warranty. Oh, I could use a garden because I think it'd be great to be more self sufficient. And a large investment profile, if that's a term that means I have amassed safe funds that earn interest. Oh and a job. And a large supply of clean water.
I do not want cable television. I do not want a smart phone. Well I do "want" but not "need" a smart phone. A basic model would be fine. I do not want a better faster more of anything. I don't want a bigger screen or a fancy car. I could care less if I see the latest movie. Games that aren't Scrabble or Tetris bore me.
I know how to read a map.
I like reading new-ish books. But I don't want them to stay here, I want them to go back to the library.
I enjoy wireless internet.
I don't mind once in a while having new clothes. Or new-to-me. My friend sometimes/usually hooks me up with great stuff from Goodwill, so that works for me... I don't have to shop for them.
Are the people with all the stuff really happier than me? I don't have a lot of stuff. I do have too much stuff for the space I'm in, but nothing some reasonable closet space wouldn't accommodate.
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