It really makes me happy to have something new in my hands. Something so strange about it. I just enjoy it, and I look forward to it.
I love the things that I materially have in my hands, and there’s a part of me that gets more and more bonded to the things I use. I honestly believe that materialism is that literal bonding of yourself as a person to the things around oneself, and that scares me a bit. I never really think of it that deep, and no one is forcing me to.
But man, it really feels so silly sometimes. And at the same time, I feel like I rely on it for some sort of stress relief.
Does that make me a godless person that runs after material items? Maybe. But I hope my faith is not shaken just because I enjoy items. I just can’t live for them. I might be right now, and maybe that’s something that I need to work on somewhere.
Clear electronic looking items just get to me, it’s that designed look to things. I really need to work these feelings and attachments properly. I might be able to make something better for myself than the things that I’m getting.
Just for the pure fun of it.