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Fuck stuff. I grew up poor without a lot of stuff. Then I made money and bought stuff. Then I learned that owning stuff is work. Then I got injured and had to sell my stuff. Now I’m poor without stuff again. Life is better without stuff.
Less stuff means less to move when shit hits the fan
I was over at a relatives house and they were sorting their Stuff in the living room and tried to give me a pile of it. I was like hell no, just shovel it all into contractors bags and swear never to do it again. The really sad thing is they’re always low on money.
Dammit, that’s me.
tbh I realised that I don’t want anything material. I’m perfectly content with what I have.
Sorry, gotta fill that void in my heart with something lest I go insane.
