Ungoals

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Ungoals | What are so NOT doing this year? What’s on your “I just can’t care about that” list?

I used to get these things stuck in my head, and if I didn’t buy them, or have them, or achieve them I would literally die.

Maybe that’s an immaturity thing. Maybe that’s the kind of thing that gets better with age.

Case in point: When I was around age 13, I thought I would literally die if I didn’t get one of those see-thru phones that lit-up when it rang. Ultimately, I cajoled my parents into buying me one (I had gotten my own phone line as a birthday gift as a teenager – I understand now that this was more of a gift for Tom & Linnie than for me, since it meant that their main line would no longer ring at odd hours).

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The problem was that my phone did ring at odd hours. My friends all knew that I had my own line so they could call me at all hours of the night. And that stupid see-thru phone lit up when it rang – even if the ringer was off. So I was routinely woken up by flashing lights at 1 o’clock in the morning by one of my whiney teenage friends (no offense guys, but you’re all dodging a bullet because everyone texts and uses mobile phones now. You’ll never go through what our parents went through!)

It wasn’t long before I begged my parents for a new phone. Because they were unamused by my change of heart with regard to the light-up, see-thru number, they refused. I wound up swapping my snazzy new phone for the dirt brown, Ma Bell-standard issue that my parents had gotten for free before they’d left Philadelphia, which had been rotting in our garage.

What I am saying is that I learned this lesson more than two decades ago, and sometimes I still forget the moral of the story.

It’s not a realistic or human goal not to want Stuff. But what I’m trying not to care about is that burning flame of materialism; that crazy desire to have.

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