La Grippe Ah Ha

So, consumption. Curious that. My need to get new stuff. It's like an obsession. Which is weird because I don't buy a lot of stuff. I just want a lot of stuff all the time. But the stuff I want changes, but I think about it all the time. It's like between whole foods and new stuff I keep my head busy enough to not be restless. But it's so damn boring and un-fun and not creative. A slow and continual lulling of life to sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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I don't really have anything philosophical to say about consumption except the excess here is gross and unwarranted. I'm going on a buying hiatus. No new stuff for a year. Wow. I just scared myself. And get the grocery budget in gear. The only luxuries will be good coffee, good beer, and good chocolate. Everything else goes rock bottom. (Also, we need a new car and are looking for a house, so even though those seem like deal breakers, they actually don't count. Nice when you make up your own rules.)

Hmmmm. Wow. I really don't want to do a buying hiatus. But I do. Be more intentional. Live out my passions; not buy stuff made by sex slaves; not fritter away my life by keeping my head out of the game.

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So, my boy. I'd really like to talk more about his life and struggles here. I'm not sure how to work it all in. It's like a 200 page book of Hu Flung Pu. So I'll start now and work back I guess. A reverse chronology.

S is 35 years old. He's got sandy blond hair, pretty good looking face. But seriously, he's a stud. Oh, but I was telling you about heath and stuff. So, actually 2011 was a good year--diagnosis of Small Fiber Neuropathy, and we found a bunch of really great friends. Simon was able to stop scrambling and start to face all the destruction being chronically sick and debilitated created over the past 20 or so years. Doesn't sound great, but it was great. Lots of emotional pain and regrouping from realizing you've lost not only function and time and money, but huge pieces of yourself along the way. And being left with uncontrolled pain screaming in your face all day long. But good because it's very good to know your enemy. And very, very good to have friends.

So, we'll leave it at that for now. My buddy is a sick-o. But he's got me! And A! So at least he's got that going for him. ;)