mundanity

[kespernorth]

It seems like the only personal conversations I hear going on around here are on the topic of houses bought and sold, kitchens remodeled, cars purchased. They speak of things with real care, real vehemence, like they were talking about the fate of their life and freedom.

The idea of having a serious emotional investment in the color of my kitchen counters is really foreign to me, almost repugnant. It just seems so... horribly dull and meaningless. I don't want to fritter away my private life with "home improvement" and having a deck added to the house. I want to live and dream and write and enjoy the company of my friends and loved ones.

These people need bigger dreams. *sigh*