Stuff

Stuff: Worthless objects; refuse; junk; foolish or worthless ideas, words, etc.

I'm not often satisfied with what I have. Your stuff looks a lot better. I wish I could get my hands on it. I'm sure that I would be a lot happier if I had totally different stuff. I get bored with my old, worn-out, crappy life. How did I get stuck with so many disappointing relationships and thankless jobs and shoddy possessions?


I'm equally ill at ease with the present. It's not what I thought it would it be. If I could get out into the future a ways I would find a lot more happiness. Things would be easier and more to my liking. I don't doubt this for a minute. Or maybe I could drift back into the past and enjoy the good old days and relive the good times, like alcohol poisoning and bad drug reactions and the sweet smell of police car vinyl.


Maybe the way things are today is the best that they're ever going to be. Maybe they're never going to get any better. What if they get worse? What if they get a lot worse? What if I DIE today?!? I sure wouldn't want to spend my last day on earth complaining about the color of the leather in my Ferrari, so to speak. While I don't have an Italian supercar, I have a relatively supercar kind of life. Most of us do, when we think about it, or we have the prospects to get one.


Today is it, folks. Quit casting about restlessly for something else. Be grateful for what you have.