I have a friend who, and this is not a typo, has 39 children, 38 of whom are adopted. She absolutely wants nothing and does with as little as possible, I think it's just a side effect of raising that many kids.
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I have a bit of a split response to this. On one hand, I have a workshop which is absolutely packed with tools, machines, materials and so on. I can make and repair almost anything in there. Many people would look in the workshop and assume I am a hoarder.
But as far as my living space, I love a clean, uncluttered place. I will get rid of kitchen gadgets, books, disks, furniture, clothes, etc if it is not adding something useful or beautiful to my life. I have half a dozen matching t-shirts same for underwear and socks. I will regularly go through out kitchen cupboards and take things we can't/don't use to other people or food bank etc. I am a frequent visitor of the "tip shop" near where I live and things get repurposed and rehomed there. I love a clean streamlined life, I would be more streamlined if the people I live with were more into that mindset 😁
Yeah, often things that I'd bought her, it was very annoying.
A minimalist?
Minimalism is a conspiracy by Big Small to see you more Less.
Even more extreme, actually. I knew one person who was actually, honestly, voluntarily homeless. For years. Living on the street, no car. No obvious mental health issues, had family who would have been happy to take him in, strong social network, active in the community. Didn't want to be tied to all of the things ownership of stuff brings, and was willing to make the many and extreme sacrifices that entails.
To be clear, this is not the normal homelessness experience. I've known too many homeless people, and the right-wing conspiracy theories of middle to upper class panhandlers on every corner are utter nonsense. Ideologically motivated self justifying cruelty inspiring bullshit. Even when homeless people I have known said it was by choice, I usually knew enough about their situation to recognize it as a face saving salve to their pride (a hard thing to come by in the lower rungs of society, and very precious). But there was that one.
I call them philosophers. Whether or not they are coherent is another thing.
A modern-day Diogenes of Synope?
No, a lot less confrontational.
Was he a retired investigator from the marines?
I seriously doubt it
My friend buys a boat, uses it twice, then sells it. A couple months later he buys a boat... This has happened for years. Either he's really picky about the boat he wants to fish on, or he actually hates boats and fishing but can't admit it to himself.
Or doesn't want to do the maintenance?
My thought as well. If he can buy it used and sell it for pretty close to what he paid, this might just be a more complicated yet flexible way of renting a boat.
I quite literally came here to post this exact image.
You win. This time!
Yep, I'm an inveterate purger. I have tried to control the purging with a policy of hanging onto things such as power tools for one year past its last use. And almost invariably, about two weeks after I finally got rid of the thing, I need it again.
In my case, I have a very small living space, so hanging onto things just means they're in my way. But I was like this even when I had a large house.
Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while lol
Yes, my mother is one of those people.
She was freaking out about all the stuff I had left in her attic when I moved out (and overseas) years before. I was confused because I didn't leave that much. And sure enough, my brother looked up there and all that clutter consisted of three small boxes sitting in the middle of a totally empty attic.
Every few years she throws out or gives away anything she considers unused or unwanted, including things that to others would have significant sentimental value. And often she ends up having to buy new items because she threw that same thing out a year before.
She is the anti-hoarder.
Yeah, there is a whole lifestyle around that. Or well, maybe it's more like a religion. It's called minimalism.
I live that way. Religion is on point for some of the people in the community. But most people are chill and just don't want to feel bothered by having "stuff" around they haven't used in ages and that just catches dust. For example I love reading books. Most of them I sell or give away to charity afterwards, if I'm sure I will not read them again, so that others can read them too and a new one doesn't have to be produced.
Yes, but they were all old people so it made sense.
Yes, that person is me.
I believe that's called an Ascetic.
An acetic does not buy new things again, its more like a permanent state of extreme minimalism.
My ex wife was like this. Would throw out kids toys and get rid of 'extra' kitchen knives without any communication.
I think I've met myself, yes.
I think this is me? Though I avoid repeat purchasing.
I do this because I let things clutter and then I can’t think if there’s too much clutter. I’ve been thinking of cleaning out my drawers for a while...lord have mercy on my stuff 🙏
My mom. My parents have moved a few times and each time she throws out more and more. Their lifestyle is extremely Spartan.
If you calculate the cost of moving something it quickly becomes obvious that it's cheaper to get rid of many things than to move them.
To the chagrin of my dad, my mom. We went through a period of time growing up where things like a waffle iron, ice cream machine, or bread maker were bought by Dad and discarded by Mom like 3 times in about a year "because you never use them."
I wish I were like this myself.
A couple summers ago I list almost everything I owned, due to being unable to pay the bill on a storage unit.
It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve never felt more free and whole.
I had a friend who lost the family house (100+ year old farmhouse) with 4 generations worth of heirlooms and antiques and so on in a bushfire a few years ago. He will never ever admit it to his family but he swears its the best thing that ever could have happened.
He never could have sold great grandads dining room table he built with his own 2 hands it was the size of a fucking snooker table and weighed about the same and took up the biggest room in the house... now its just gone
I have become one. I lost everything in my life four times somewhat involuntarily. The fifth time I did it intentionally.
Yeah after loosing everything multiple times I developed an anti-attachment kind of feeling to things and people.
It's a boring just surviving type of life now. I do what I need to to survive but have no intentions of ownership on anything and don't feel like investing so much time in relationships.
But almost two years ago I bought my first car (I was 44) and I don't want to loose it as I love driving around aimlessly, it keeps my mind busy has a great sound for music and I control the climate. (It's always too cold or hot at work and too cold at home). If it was not for the cost I would spend most of my time driving but I have to preserve the vehicle as long as possible and don't have much money for maintenance amd gas.
It's weird how I could loose almost anything and would not be phased by it. But please let me keep my car, it's the only reason I wake up to go to work and have some hope for the future. But my insurance got raised by 25% last year apparently because other people are bad drivers (I was told too many claims cost insurers too much but I never made a claim, so cause of too many bad drivers I have to pay for them, fuck them charge them or don't let them drive why me !) , gas and parts and everything necessary has gone up and if I don't get a substantial raise I won't be able to keep up.
I live in my car. I love being on the road. I spent the winter around Tucson but I am itching to get back on the road. People are getting to be terrible drivers, new cars are outrageously priced and my insurance has skyrocketed too.
I have learned to sit in my car rather than moving. That helps. I have learned that I can buy coffee at a coffee shop for less than it costs to drive around, so I treat myself.
Three piles. Background, I moved roughly every two years from 1 until mid twenties. Not a military family. Even with this I still move several boxes of stuff that I never open until the next move.
First pile is stuff you must keep/love.
Second is stuff that is okay or may be nice-to-have.
Third is stuff that can be sold/donated/disposed of.
Get rid of the last two piles.
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