I am concerned that I am a tad, a wee bit, that I show tendencies, on certain occasions, towards being materialistic. I love things dammit! I don't love acquiring things, I just feel very attached to the things I have. Sigh.
Tonight I was dishing up some chocolate mint-chip pudding. This pudding is only available in America and it is very tasty. I spooned some pudding into a small cup, which was actually a Chinese or Japanese (uhg, now I'm an ignorant materialist) ceramic tea cup. My mom gave me the tea set when I moved out as it was only sitting on a shelf in the basement at her house. I don't plan to have any tea ceremonies, but the cups are very cute, especially as small bowls.
Anyway, so I put the pudding into the cup and then moved the cup to the corner of the counter. Not paying attention to what I was doing, I placed the cup at the edge of the counter and it slipped off, hit the floor, and broke into many pieces. Pudding splattered on the floor, cupboards and the mat in front of my sink.
I was upset, but I couldn't decide which I was more upset about:
a) That the cup my mom gave me broke, and that now I would never ever again have a complete set of 8
b) That I lost 1/2 cup of the best tasting, only-available-in-America instant pudding
c) That I had a huge mess of pudding to clean up on my kitchen floor and floor mat
d) That poor children in North Africa will likely never know the joy of chocolate mint-chip pudding
I will learn to let go
(after ensuring that the object I am letting go of will not fall to its untimely death)
2 comments:
haha... oh I'd totally think the same things!
I have a backpack full of stuff. My MP3 player was recently stolen. Now I have a backpack minus an MP3 player. My laptop is on the fritz, too. Soon I will have just a backpack full of clothes.
As they say in Fight Club: "It's only when you've lost everything that you're free to do anything."
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