A philosophy?
So I am thinking of trying to develop a general theory of living, based on a single precept: "Comfort through simplicity". Thoreau probably spewed a few words on the subject, which is fine, but I want to try one myself.
This is how it all started. Within a few months, 1) I had to move out of my house in Santa Cruz and bring all my shit up to Santa Rosa, 2) I got paid to help Elizabeth's aunt Ellen move her stuff from one house to another. And holy god, did she have a lot of stuff. This got me thinking about all the shit I have... and how little of it I need.
As a knee-jerk reaction, I expressed to my friends that when I got my own place, all I would need are: a bed, clothes, my laptop, and my books. And you know, toiletries and cooking supplies. I've been thinking about it on and off for the last few months, and I haven't found a fundamental flaw in the plan. If I could pack all my shit into a car whenever I moved, that would be so fantastic. I could live comfortably in a small apartment, and cleaning would be a fucking breeze. The idea is, allow room for imperfections and indulgences, because they will always come. For example, my car would be able to fit a poster tube for posters I want to put up on the wall, and the the like.
Granted, my parents won't let me start because this is THEIR room, which they would clearly state if I tried to mess with it, so whatever. Point still stands. Comfort through simplicity.
This is how it all started. Within a few months, 1) I had to move out of my house in Santa Cruz and bring all my shit up to Santa Rosa, 2) I got paid to help Elizabeth's aunt Ellen move her stuff from one house to another. And holy god, did she have a lot of stuff. This got me thinking about all the shit I have... and how little of it I need.
As a knee-jerk reaction, I expressed to my friends that when I got my own place, all I would need are: a bed, clothes, my laptop, and my books. And you know, toiletries and cooking supplies. I've been thinking about it on and off for the last few months, and I haven't found a fundamental flaw in the plan. If I could pack all my shit into a car whenever I moved, that would be so fantastic. I could live comfortably in a small apartment, and cleaning would be a fucking breeze. The idea is, allow room for imperfections and indulgences, because they will always come. For example, my car would be able to fit a poster tube for posters I want to put up on the wall, and the the like.
Granted, my parents won't let me start because this is THEIR room, which they would clearly state if I tried to mess with it, so whatever. Point still stands. Comfort through simplicity.