(Do people even have yardsales out of the south, or are we just a bunch of dirty hillbillies that throw our trash out in the grass and expect people to pay for it?)
I've no idea, but anyway!
I was just curious, since I'm going on a little yardsale adventure today with my mother.
When I was a kid, she used to wake me up super early and drag me around to yardsales with her and I absolutely despised it.
I never understood why she wanted disgusting trash from other people, clothes and shoes and toys. We were poor, but we weren't poor enough to settle for junk and I was so confused. I tried to just sit in the car, dead set on not digging through piles of junk.
But lately all I've been wanting to do is yardsale, constantly, non-stop; because I want Pokemon things, digimon things, toys that I had when I was little.
I want my childhood. I want childhood things that I still find precious, near and dear, that other people think of as junk and useless now.
I want to find little pieces of treasure, a little adventure, something with a story.
And I finally understand the concept of one man's trash is another man's treasure;
I understand that the monetary value of things is absolutely irrelevant.
It's like a teenage (I'm nineteen, almost not a teen, but still) epiphany. I feel like most teenagers finally hit that point where they are like, "Shit, I want my childhood back. Let me go scrounge it up." Though some people take it overboard and that's where really bad hoarding comes in, BUT STILL. I'm not that bad.
Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive right now because I'm upset, but does anybody else feel this or am I just crazy? Haha.
This got crazy off topic, but oh well.
WHILE ON THE SUBJECT OF MONETARY VALUE, I also find money to be of basically no substance at all either.
Money is literally infinite; more can be acquired from numerous sorts of ways, so I've never understood why it's so precious.
"Don't waste money on stupid shit." Waste money? Waste something that is infinite? Okay.
Anybody else ever thought about that or?
I'm not rich by any means. I'm still classified as poor, and certainly don't have money to "throw away", yet I still have this mindset.
I've had hundreds and hundreds of dollars stolen from me (literally they took the money out of my bag/wallet) that I worked for, and I literally didn't care at all.
My mother was so mad that it happened and even more so that I didn't care.
But it's just not precious at all? I don't understand.
Someone enlighten me, haha. The only precious thing is time, not money.
We're pressed for time to pay our bills on time.
It's not that we don't have the money, we don't have it at that point in time.
This makes it sounds like I'm not appreciative, haha. But it's not like that all.
Sorry, this turned into a weird type rant sort of thing.
Rather rant about money/yardsales than what I originally wanted to post about in the first place, haha.
Please tell me someone can relate to any of this and I'm not completely crazy, ha.
