The cat pissed on the couch a few days ago, so I stripped everything down to wash what I could and soak the rest in vinegar. Not to be outdone, kitty went ahead and pissed on the bare cushions, making sure to really soak her precious lemonade through and into the unwashable parts of our furniture.
The roomies and I have been talking about throwing out the ruined cushions and just stuffing the pillowcases with old clothing. None of us are opposed to this, and it makes me realize how happy I am to live with people who are unwilling to get upset over ...well, pretty much anything. We could probably replace the couch if we really wanted to, but it would only be to appear less ghetto for anyone who comes over, since we spend most of our time lounging on comforters and pillows on the floor anyway. We seem comfortable there.
Which brings me to my next point; I like owning replaceable crap. Its not that I don't LIKE having nice things, I just don't like using my precious waking hours to acquire them and I enjoy even less worrying about making sure they're safe and well taken-care of, and making accommodations when I move. Most of the things I own are either hand-me-downs or acquired objects, and I can honestly say I don't feel I'm missing out on anything.
Quite the contrary! When I think about all the time I DON'T spend worrying about my shit, I get downright giddy.
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