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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).


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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