Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Negotiables

This is (sort of) a precursor to my next post, and also just random thoughts, not leading up to a particular conclusion.

In life, there are things that are negotiable, and things that are not. Some non-negotiables are eating, sleeping, and having heat in the winter months. I, or any other person, will literally not survive without those things. Some pretty obvious negotiables are: eating out at fancy restaurants, owning a brand new car, having a gigantic net worth. 

Then there's the category of things that seem non-negotiable, but are actually negotiable. We think we need them, but we actually don't. For example - a car. Cars are not necessary for survival. I drive my car every single day. If I didn't have one, I could ride my bike to a bus stop up the road each morning, and ride the bus to work. Do I prefer the car? Heck yeah! Would I survive without it? Yes. My life wouldn't be as comfortable as it is now, but I'd certainly survive. 

Another example is a cell phone. I use mine every day. But does my survival depend on it? No, not really. Most days I use it for fairly unnecessary purposes - such as receiving picture messages of my sister's hamster. Of course, I acknowledge that a cell phone can get you out of some difficult, dangerous situations, like being stuck in a snowy ditch on I-90.

Something I can't seem to categorize is companionship, and/or, I suppose, love. Most of me says it's unnecessary. Yeah, people want to be loved, but are we going to die without it. . . I want to say no. I've noticed this trend, though.  I have a physical reaction to being alone, lonely, feeling abandoned. I get this rash. It looks kind of like dry skin at first, or some sort of abrasion. It grows, gets itchier, and turns bright red in water. I have it right above my knee now. I've had it on my elbow before. This could all be coincidence, too. I mean, I do refer to myself as "allergy girl" on occasion, so it's not that far fetched to believe I'd have a reaction on my skin - it's happened plenty of other times. Who knows.

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