Random Thoughts

I'm ridiculous.

I romanticize myself with ideas of people, places, and things. And it's so beautiful... I forget that life isn't so. This is probably why life is so disappointing to me most days.

How do you get rid of wishful thinking?

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It's really bizarre. I've grown up watching my grandmother practically horde her belongings, stuffing our garage with things, and filling her walk-in closet with tons of clothes, shoes, scarves, purses, and accessories. I've seen friends get overly excited over those things as well, and CD's, movies, and other belongings.

I've heard them say they can't live without this or that. That they can't go anywhere without their iPod or phone or matching shoes.

I guess I just don't understand the attachment to physical materials. I'm trying to think back and remember if there was anything I treasured a lot.

I'm coming up blank.

Sure, I had my share of love for dolls, stuffed toys, and all that good stuff. But after playing with them, I didn't feel any need to keep them, for whatever sake, sentimental value or whatnot.

The only things I willingly buy and get excited over are books, my laptop, my phone... But I wouldn't mind abandoning these things for adventure.

Hmm.. I'd probably bring a book or two. So I guess, at the end of the day, books are the only physical objects I treasure.