disgust of materialism.

i haven't been able to sleep lately.
i can't stop thinking about how much stuff i have in my room. i lay in bed and think of everything surrounding me and it makes me mad and disgusted.

a lot of it is art. my sculptures take up a lot of room. i don't know what else to do with them.

the rest of the stuff is books and clothes. i am going to get rid of more than half of my clothes by thanksgiving. my parents get really nervous when i give away large quantities of stuff at one time. so, i will make a trip to the Salvation Army today for a couple bags of clothes and shoes and other things. things. things. things.


but, i want to give the rest of my clothes away to people i actually have relationships with. this also challenges me to make relationships with more people who are need of simple things. i hate distanced charity. i want people to be warm this winter. my brothers, my sisters will be cold while i have an abundance of things to keep me warm.

what if shaun, my real brother, was freezing cold all winter and had nothing to keep him warm? what if he wanted to get a job but couldn't because he had nothing nice to go to an interview in?

Well, my earthly brother isn't going through that, but my other brothers and sisters are.
that's how i think of them. everyone, i guess.