Fight (Club) Your Way Out Of Materialistic Obsession
The other day, I came across a tweet that read something along the lines of “Grateful to not be wearing my [blah, blah, blah] coat today!”
And then I was like, “Ugh, really?” And not because I was jealous of the nice, warm weather this person was enjoying.
OK, I am a little jealous of the weather.
But, I am more so just bothered by our modern, consumer driven lives centering around our fancy baubles.
(I’ll take any chance to use the word ‘baubles’, by the way.)
There were a few adjectives describing this article of clothing so the tweet (whether intentional or not) was phrased in a way that primarily focused on the author’s prized possession and not on the experience of the glorious weather itself.
And it made me sad that there are probably quite a few young ladies following this person, reading her tweets and thinking how more fulfilling their lives would be if they had a coat like that, if they had her clothes, if they had the same makeup she wears, etc., etc.
I understand this is how our modern world works, and it cannot be wholly unprevented. So many people (young and old, female and male) seem to identify themselves by their social standing and what fancy baubles they can acquire. However, what our society needs are more role models not so obsessed with fashion, makeup and the latest trends.
I guess I’m feeling a little Tyler Durden-ish…
The things you own end up owning you.
We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
Fight Club, man. One of the few great books that translated very well into an amazing film. I wish I felt the same way about Choke. It was a good movie, but I loved the book so much more. I remember laughing out loud at times when I read it.
But anyway, where was I?
Oh yeah! I like nice and pretty things too… no doubt. However, I know those things will not make me happy or bring about a plethora of self-love. If anything, they will do the opposite.
While a splurge once in a while ain’t no thang and can be fun, the sought-after effect of happiness will be achieved if the money is spent on an experience and not a tangible item.
Not too long ago, someone said to me that they wish they had more money to do things. Obviously, this person is so unfulfilled in her life that no new car or new pair of shoes will fix her boredom and discontent. Believe me, she’s tried. There may be a temporary moment of happiness from these things, but that’s all it is… temporary, fake bliss. I just wanted to scream, “Well, stop spending your money on all the stuff!”
The only way I see that new car bringing you happiness is by taking a lot of fucking road trips.
And those new shoes? Make sure they’re some damn good walkin’ shoes for all the places you’ll be exploring.
If I were in a more celebrated status of role model, I would definitely not emphasize the materialistic (especially high-end) aspect of our society because when it comes down to it…
- You’re not the clothes you wear.
- You’re not the makeup you wear.
- You’re not the phone you carry.
- You’re not the furniture you own.
- You’re not your high-rise apartment or your white picket fenced-in suburban house.
You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Fuck yes. Embrace the all-singing, all-dancing crap that you are. Fucking celebrate it. Your life is yours and yours alone. Take pride in the unique person you are and don’t cave to societal pressure to fit in, to follow trends, and be like everyone else. For one thing, that’s just boring. Secondly, doing the same as others may not fit your personality or style. And do you really want to pretend to be someone you’re not? It’s exhausting.
Style has nothing to do with what type or brand of clothing you wear, how expensive those items are or how you acquire them.
Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
~ Orson Welles
So, you’re probably saying “I need clothes.”, and I hear ya. Our society kind of frowns upon you walking around naked in most places. I’m on the verge of wearing rags myself because I loathe shopping so much and spending money on things where the term ‘need’ is still debatable in my mind. “This 10 year old t-shirt is thin as paper and has multiple holes… eh, I can still wear it.” And I do. It’s trendy, right? ;)
Shopping for clothes doesn’t have to take a huge chunk out of your wallet though. Hit the links for a few tips and ideas…
“Warning: If you are reading this, then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity, you will become a statistic. You have been warned.” ~ Tyler
If you get nothing else out of this, at least read Fight Club and watch the movie. Can’t be bothered with reading? I’m surprised you’re still here at the end of this post…
This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
*All the excerpts are from Fight Club, yo.
** The wristlet/clutch in the above images is from Mere Bliss. I may hate shopping, but I love supporting small businesses. And for a girl who (before this purchase) had dropped her phone multiple times, once on a tiled restroom floor and on a separate occasion, in a toilet, I think this purchase was a need and has paid for itself over and over again.