So much for my party mood...

[j4]

... as I realise that all I am is a big ugly stack of tatty books and shoes that's blocking the view of the TV.

I just want to live somewhere that I can actually be alive without getting in anybody's way.

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Re: all you are

[j4.livejournal.com]

not the same as the things you possess

"I am not my house or my car or my songs / They are only just stops along my way" (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/paula-cole/106199.html)

On the other hand, my things are an extension of me, in a way; they're the things I choose to acquire and keep, the things that echo me and project my self to the world. It's not really the things that are the problem, it's the attitudes; but it's the things that take up the space, it's the things that get tripped over.

Re: all you are

[hoiho.livejournal.com]

You may ask yourself
How do I work this?
You may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
You may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
You may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

You may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
You may ask yourself
Where does that highway GO to?
You may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
You may say to yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

SAME AS IT EVER WAS
ONCE IN A LIFE TIME
LET THE WATER HOLD ME DOWN
LETTING THE DAYS GO BY

Re: all you are

[j4.livejournal.com]

You may ask yourself

I try not to if I can help it.

Re: all you are

[hoiho.livejournal.com]

Me too; mainly 'cos I don't understand the question.

Re: all you are

[j4.livejournal.com]

Really don't understand the questions in the song?

Re: all you are

[vinaigrettegirl.livejournal.com]

I & 'II just tripped over our own attitudes about our things. (We also trip over the things, themselves, but this time the ruddy socket set really was where he put it, and he even looked straight at it and didn't see it, whilst uttering loudly You MUST have MOVED it, I put it HERE! gesturing at a box which I know contains Child's babygym-type electronic piano thingy.)

Tell you what: you drop by and trash-or-treasure some of mine, I'll come over and trash-or-treasure some of yours, it's always easier when it's someone else's Stuff. Seriously.