What do we have? A machine. A mindless bloody machine made up of people and credit (yes the check card is still a credit card and sends a certain message - the use of plastic=good). A rhythm is offered by the commercial. There is a popular song. We move to the beat like a well oiled piston - humans hypnotized - yes, and yes again - swinging our hips, legs and arms: one, two - one, two - one one, two two, one one, two two . . . people in the store, grabbing lunch. Lunch is ordered, packaged, tossed to the customer along with the drink all in time, Nothing should ruin this smooth, mindless ritual. We get to the cash register and swipe our plastic - lovely because on one had to take the time to verify our bloody identity (yes, so nice in a would where identity theft is on the rise), yet there it is - money should be fast, easy. Life should be easy. Why think? Really . . . why bother? Life is easier without thinking - just purchase mindlessly - that's nice (can you hear the smoothing music now). Then Bam - an asshole with cash! How dare this smart, intelligent man stop our mindless purchasing with plastic. Really! The music must stop. We must stop. and . . . . glare . . . . stare . . . if only looks could kill . . . embarrass this man for thinking outside the box, on his own two feet enjoying his own rhythm. How dare he have a different rhythm - and a good credit score. Screw you asshole! We hate him, we might even form a mob scene because he stopped us and our mindless swiping of plastic. Yes maybe. Like in Frankenstein, with fork-knives and pitch and fire - I see it now, the Capital One guys, "what's in your wallet" will help - we will take him down! But wait. He is gone and the music - ah the music of mindless buying is back. Thank god we can stop thinking again!This attitude, this way of being and shopping and living scares the shit out of me. Look at our economy? Look at people's lives! And yet, those who offer us credit, visa and the rest promote this mindless spending without knowledge of responsibility. The fine print, much to fine for most of us to get allude us as we are confounded by the repercussions of our spending--the credit card companies promote a culture of irresponsibility and then they are angry when they get what they have sown. Not only are we left with stupid spending practices, but with stuff we do not need.
A link to another article tells of how "an eccentric loner" died in a similar way when he was crushed by the stuff he had collected, allowing himself a "network of tunnels built from rubbish in his home." I have known and do know people like this and they worry me. Replacing human to human contact with stuff--searing for connections to be made through the action of buying a thing is just as absurd as fighting terrorism by buying a new pair of shoes. And yet, we have been trained by our culture to define ourselves through our crap. My heart is breaking today.
The neatly-organised goods took up so much space in her bungalow that she only had a 2ft wide path to get around it, and both her car and garage were packed with other purchases.
She was reported missing earlier this week when she failed to attend a hospital appointment but while police searched her home it took two days to sift through her possessions and find her body.