i don’t think there’s any point in having nice stuff. nice stuff is expensive and i worry about it getting damaged. why drop a bunch of money on something that is going to cause you stress? for the bragging rights of having a shiny truck or house? pfffft. fuck it. that’s for shallow, superficial cunts.
i prefer to have things that are inexpensive but work just fine. if the majority of the cost of an item is for its glossy appearance, i’ll pass on the glossy bullshit and take the cheaper thing that does the same job — i’d rather save that money for things that actually matter, like buying a bigger piece of land that will grant me more privacy, or retiring early.
having ugly old stuff means that i don’t care if someone opens their car door into mine and leaves a new dent. so what? there are lots of other dings on it already and it still runs just as great as before so who cares? or if a friend accidentally scratches my kitchen table while carving pumpkins on it, same thing — it’s already scratched, what’s another one? some people might even argue those scratches add character to the thing. i just don’t care either way. i mean, i don’t want people to trash my stuff, but things happen and items age and wear over time. i’m not into fighting that.
i also like making use of stuff that is already in the world and still perfectly good. why make more shit when we already have lots of stuff that works? i don’t want to support the demand for china to ship more fucking junk over here for dimwits to buy, break 3 weeks later, throw out, and buy again, walmart-style. there’s enough plastic and toxic shit in our landfills as it is that i don’t need to contribute to it.
and i like to fix my shit when it breaks rather than buy new stuff. i think a lot of shit gets tossed when all it needs is a $3 part. for instance, we have a cool old lamp but it stopped working a few weeks ago. i figured there are just two wires that go to a switch so it couldn’t be that hard to mess with. i took it apart, replaced the switch with one from another lamp we weren’t using anymore, and BLAM it works again. that’s satisfying, really satisfying. when i was a kid, i was amazed by my dad because it seemed like he could fix anything. now i can fix all kinds of stuff too, and i feel really fucking good about that.
with all this stuff in mind, i can’t imagine why people would want to buy new shit all the time. they’d probably be less stressed, have more money, and create less waste if they didn’t. oh well, fuck them. if people want to dig their own graves, let them, i guess.