So Stuff Right

Stuff. What a word. Great stuff. Stuff that happens. Shit stuff. Stuff it. Stuff that accumulates. Stuff that disappears. Stuff things away. Stuff is a word worth using.

Ive been into my stuff today. Actual stuff. Stuff that may have been great, or shit, definitely stuff that ought to have disappeared but accumulated itself leaving me no choice but to stuff it into a bag and dispose of it. Why do we have so much stuff?

Ive never been a hoarder. I dont know why. I rarely get attached to things I cant do without, until I get attached to things I cant do without then I never ever ever get rid of it. But mostly, stuff is just stuff and I dont need it anyway. Ive moved an awful lot in my life so Im always getting rid of stuff I wonder why I ever had. I like nice, clean, open surfaces with no stuff on it. I dont believe that cleaning up is the moving of stuff from one place to another. Thats tidying up. Cleaning up is getting rid of stuff totally, not just re homing it elsewhere.

I dont like stuff. I know. Sounds strange doesnt it? But stuff bothers me. Ive learnt over the years that you dont actually need half the stuff you have, in fact, you could probably be a lot better off if you didnt have half the stuff in the first place. Hey, dont get me wrong, I like pretty things. Im not totally against stuff. Soemtimes I think I want stuff, only to have it and then wonder why I have it, then I just get rid of it. Ok, so Im fickle. Im fine with that. In fact, I dont give a stuff. Its only very occasionally I say to myself....gee, I could really use a, *insert stuff Ive just gotten rid of* wish I hada kept that .......but then I survive totally fine without it which just reiterates that I never needed it in the first place.

Im all for getting rid of stuff you dont need. And keepin the stuff you really want to keep, or do need, not usually the same thing Ive learnt. Hardly the point. Point is....the only stuff you really need, is, to paraphrase my mate Bono a little....all that you cant leave behind. And Im leaving an awful lot of stuff behind these days. An awful lot of stuff. Dont need it. Dont want it. NO idea why I ever had it or kept it in the first place.

Thought for today....the stuff dreams are made of