I Just Like Stuff.

It's not that I'm materialistic.

At least I don't think I am. To me, materialistic people are those people who have to own everything, and have everything they own be bigger and better than everyone else's everythings, and show off their everything constantly.

Me? I just like stuff. I like having stuff. It doesn't have to be bigger and better than other people's stuff, or cost a lot.

I just like stuff! Pointless things.

For example, we went to Target recently, and I bought this, an official toy Batman grappling hook. Why? Because it made me think of Jay and Silent Bob. So I got it. It's a cheap plastic thing. It's hanging in my office now, and I love it. Just having it makes me happy.

Which leads logically to the flip-side of that coin. If I can't get stuff, it depresses me. That's why I hate window-shopping.

That's right. I said it. Window-shopping is no fun. What's the point in looking if you can't get anything? It's not just a guy thing, either, so don't try and tell me that. I know women who don't like it either.

I suppose for me the worst part of it is that I get a little annoyed and depressed when I go shopping and can't buy anything. There are plenty of things in life I want, and can "see," but can't have, already. Not being able to get the small, pointless three dollar things I want just reminds me, in a snowballing fashion, of everything that I can't have now that I want...and I don't just mean physical objects.

I mean everything. Hopes, dreams, uncertain plans for the future...they all hit me, hard, one by one, as I stare at that pointless, cheap object and want it, and can't have it.

That's probably not normal. Maybe I should just shush and go back to eyeing that Batarang I want...