never trust a minimalist

Anyone still out there? I apologize, I've been soul searching and as it turns out, my soul loves stuff.

I was recently exposed to a minimalist. If you've never met one, they are maddening and fundamentally flawed. They will never understand the appeal of clever storage solutions for modern living, as the need to store is predicated upon the acquiring of things what need storing. Minimalists can be identified as the people standing in shops not buying things whilst looking impossibly smug and self-righteous about it. Additionally, their homes tend to be marvels of acoustics. There not being anything to soak up or deflect the sound waves.

Exposure to this illness (minimalism) sent me into a tailspin. One that began with me questioning why I have three back up bottles of hairspray, four deodorants, 14 cans of Andersen's split pea soup and culminated in two trips to the Goodwill drop-off lot. I regained my senses after purging down to my wardrobe's core (Fear not, no shoes were harmed in this exercise.)

The striking result of all this cathartic cleansing and paring down? Now I have room to buy some more stuff.

Consumerism has now resumed, per usual.

Comments

[jen]

Well, welcome back! I don't think you should worry us like that ever again. With gas prices the way they are, I can't fly out to check on you!

[Raina]

Next time, consider Goodwill of Raina a bit?? I love your cast off's (if they're big enough for me, which most aren't, but still...), and am very upset that I wasn't there to pillage en-route to your drop off location. Sigh.