We have three tubs of ice-cream between the two of us. A Kohu Road Vanilla, a Kohu Road dark chocolate and a Casa del Gelato hazelnut. We don’t really need three tubs but I like changing between flavours. Truth to be told though, I only really have the hazelnut.
I guess it is a bit like girls and shoes. We don’t actually need many pairs but we like having options. Not that we will always exercise that option. I have around 30 pairs and only wear about 3 pairs on heavy rotation.
After spending more than two months minimalising my flat (with no end in sight)… I am starting to wonder when did excess and extravagance became glamourous, or even virtuous. The ‘bigger is better’ mentality is aggressively competitive but dangerously addictive. It seems like the more I have the less I love but (secretly) the more I want. Possession is an easy (albeit inaccurate) indicator of many human virtues: happiness, success and experience. Peel back the layer of glamour though one often finds other less attractive indicators: insecurity, fickleness and indecisiveness. What I find most irksome about stuff is that they are very suffocating. I want to define my belongs not be defined by them. My re-occurring nightmare is being crushed to death by my wardrobe – a truly scary thought.
It is hard though. I am a sappy sentimentalist who loves beautiful things. It is not only a few weeks ago that I got rid of my school notes (from 10 years ago). I kept them because not only did I put tremendous effort into Shakespeare, Chaucer and Kelsey, I also greatly admire and miss my old handwriting. Tidy and precise. Something I barely have time for these days. Even when I dug out the dusty notes from the back of the cupboard I had to take a couple of weeks to finally make the decision to let them go. Gosh I cannot believe I held on to those papers for the last 10 years. For what? I really don’t know anymore.