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*

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[kespernorth.livejournal.com]

My response to that would be that there's a big difference between buying a toy, like a Palm Pilot, and obsessing over renovations for months or years. I just don't feel like I could bring myself to care that much about something like that.

[captainzap.livejournal.com]

Okay, well, look at it like this (and this will repeat a bit of what was said above):

When you've got a place of your own, -really- your own, you wouldn't want to make it -yours- through personalization and care? I mean, you know that sense of satisfaction when you finish a story...but the lingering thought that it still needs tweaking here and there?

A home, for many people, is how they tell their own portion of their personal story. I was born and grew up in the same house. It's truly home to me, and the way it is reflects to me a lot of who I am. When I finally get my own place, and I'm rooted somewhere, I'd want to have it be a place that I feel comfortable in...but things change. I'll change. They'll probably always be things that need a little adjusting, to make it more mine and whoever else's I share it with.

After a time, it becomes less an object, and more an extention of yourself. But the amount of shallowness depends on your level of emotion towards it.