Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Why I need a case for all my watches...
I'm not sure where all of my self-reflection is coming from but here it is and its flowing like cheap champagne at a wedding...
I have a display case for all of my watches. I'm obsessed with watches. It all started with a deal and now its pure insanity. Minutes of every hour are dedicated on most of my days to scouring websites for good watch deals. I just recently discovered the whole watch culture and now I'm caught in a tidal wave of bizarre consumer behavior. There are watch blogs which catalog the latest outrageous watch from unknown swiss watch house which costs more than a house. And for some odd reason, I want to spend a mortgage on a watch. Lord knows why... nobody would even know the difference. But I would know. And for some reason, that makes all the difference right now.
I'm trying to laugh about how ridiculous this is but seriously, I feel nauseous thinking about the ends we go to in an attempt to gain stature, power and wealth. We bury ourselves under the burden of loans, mortgages and credit cards and we wonder why we need a scientific cocktail to make ourselves feel better.
I'm trying to laugh my way through the seriousness of it all so I can feel better - but on the inside, our greed is our malignancy. I need to take my own advice so I can avoid all the chemo.
I have a display case for all of my watches. I'm obsessed with watches. It all started with a deal and now its pure insanity. Minutes of every hour are dedicated on most of my days to scouring websites for good watch deals. I just recently discovered the whole watch culture and now I'm caught in a tidal wave of bizarre consumer behavior. There are watch blogs which catalog the latest outrageous watch from unknown swiss watch house which costs more than a house. And for some odd reason, I want to spend a mortgage on a watch. Lord knows why... nobody would even know the difference. But I would know. And for some reason, that makes all the difference right now.
I'm trying to laugh about how ridiculous this is but seriously, I feel nauseous thinking about the ends we go to in an attempt to gain stature, power and wealth. We bury ourselves under the burden of loans, mortgages and credit cards and we wonder why we need a scientific cocktail to make ourselves feel better.
I'm trying to laugh my way through the seriousness of it all so I can feel better - but on the inside, our greed is our malignancy. I need to take my own advice so I can avoid all the chemo.
Welcome to my life.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
A gentle reminder...
... that in a constant down-pour of sorrow, we might have to sing to get through it - even if we cant sing as good as Gene Kelly.
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