Comments on: I Own, Therefore I Am. https://godammit.com/i-own-therefore-i-am/ And I'm getting madder. Wed, 08 Aug 2007 00:48:22 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.2 By: Mark Poirier https://godammit.com/i-own-therefore-i-am/comment-page-1/#comment-634 Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:10:18 +0000 http://godammit.com/archives/2006/08/i-own-therefore-i-am#comment-634 I have nightmares about my apartment burning down. I’m not scared of losing my life or my boyfriend’s life; I’m scared of losing my Junya Watanabe knit motorcycle jackets and my Lucien Pellat-Finet naked lady sweater. People might argue that “they’re just THINGS,” but I say, “To you they’re just things, to me, they’re my reasons for living.”

]]> By: Suebob https://godammit.com/i-own-therefore-i-am/comment-page-1/#comment-496 Mon, 07 Aug 2006 19:25:22 +0000 http://godammit.com/archives/2006/08/i-own-therefore-i-am#comment-496 I waver between sappy sentimentality and non-attachment. I don’t covet a lot of stuff. For instance, things that I don’t have include a TV, a stereo, a microwave, CDs beyond what people give me…I live in 500 square feet.

But I hang onto stuff that is damn ugly or useless because someone I love gave it to me and I feel like getting rid of it would be a betrayal somehow. I have my spit-covered baby blanket, too. Dunno why.

As for the “artist,” well, I think he is an idiot, like so many modern artists who don’t know how to make art, so they make a statement instead.

]]> By: Elena https://godammit.com/i-own-therefore-i-am/comment-page-1/#comment-495 Mon, 07 Aug 2006 17:24:04 +0000 http://godammit.com/archives/2006/08/i-own-therefore-i-am#comment-495 to me it’s not so much belongings as obligations. it’s easy to leave shit behind. it’s easy to call big brother/big sister and dump it all (for me). the hard part is the social, economic, political web. it’s the mortgage, the car payment, the credit cards, the relationships, the expectations, the responsibilities. now, i’m not just knocking all that stuff. i don’t think being irresponsible = being free. but the feeling of lightness… i dunno. i’ll tell you when i felt the lightest. in 1986 I was in a really bad car accident and got a head injury. i woke up in the hospital the next day and for a few minutes i had no idea where i was or how i got there. i didn’t exactly have amnesia, i knew who i was, but since i wasn’t sure what was going on, i couldn’t be sure what day it was, or what was going on in my life, or how much time had gone by – i was totally detached, disconnected, the flow of my life had been severed. and it felt really great. i felt weightless for about 3 minutes. no baggage, no worries, no fear, no anger, no pain, no shame, nothing. heaven.

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