A Coffee Cup Filled

It seems to be getting more and more popular, the idea of applying minimalism into your day-to-day life. I used to obsessed with the idea. I wanted to be one of those guys who only had 100 things and nothing else. You know what, though? I changed my mind. Rather fucking quickly. I like having things, and it’s not wrong of me to want more. Sure, I know that one day I can accumulate too much, but that’s clutter – and that’s something completely different.

I can’t stand these better-than-thou motherfuckers who can’t help but tell you how little they have. You know what? I have what I have and it’s enough right now. If I think I have too much, I’ll get rid of something. If I think I need something, I’ll buy it. Fuck off. You’re not better than me, you condescending prick.

When you can stop shoving your shit (or lack thereof) into everybody’s faces, we’ll be on a level playing-field – but until then, I can’t help but feel that I’m far better than you, because I’m not trying to shove my beliefs down your throat. Fuck you – don’t link me to ZenHabits (or any of Leo’s other sites), don’t link me to Unclutterer, or any other fucking site that you think might make me a better person with less things.

I’m a lower class white guy who, despite his lack of constant funding, manages to have everything he wants in life. Is that so wrong of me?