Materialism

It feels so ironic. When I was little, I remember being so excited at the thought of acquiring material goods. As a child, I naturally gravitated to toys, and the idea of someday being rich and being able to buy myself all the toys I wanted was a rapturous thought.

But now as an adult, I feel rich, in that I rarely ever find myself unable to afford whatever I want to buy, but material things don't seem to make me happy. When I'm sad and I'm shopping for necessary things online, I sometimes tell myself "Hey, I'm going to treat myself. I'm going to buy something just for me, because I deserve a little reward for getting this far." And I just end up getting sadder because I scroll, and I scroll, and I scroll, and I hunt and search and look and can never find anything that would actually make me feel better. I feel like I still have an inner child who likes toys, but every attempt to recapture that feeling of pure joy goes nowhere.

I suppose it's a good thing, in a way. Consumerism is bad for us. Spending too much is bad. Clutter is bad. It just feels like I used to have a reliable happy button, and now when I press it nothing happens.

Materialism is a disease of the modern world. The bourgeois control the undermen with such concepts. The materialist is kept under control, occupied by the race and unconcerned about seeking truth. Material possessions won't make you happy in the long run and you'll need more and more of them to keep you from thinking. This is how they designed the system. It is so ingrained in modern society that our morals and mores are built around the idea; theft, money, banks, work, shop, eat, credit, loans. Fail.