Other than air, water, food, housing, transportation, education, healthcare, electricity, internet, how have homes become so over crowded with things that people are willing to pay storage units to store thing they do you regularly make good use of, or own so many thing they can't even keep track of all of them.
I am of course admitting that this has happened to me, that I rent a storage space and so does my wife, because we moved in with family to live out of a room, in rural location where they are operating an egg farm with chickens and there are less than 5,000 people nearby, a tiny town, a relocation that cost us thousands of dollars.
Because moving all that stuff out of a giant overpriced and increasingly expensive storage unit where we came from, the suburbs near Seattle, Washington, where rent and housing are unaffordable, we had to give away hundreds of cars worth of things, sell vehicles, sell appliances, sell furniture, we literally streamlined and optimized away thousands of pounds of things to make moving easier, yet it was still heavy, a body burden, I am extensively injured from doing most of the labor myself. Moving sucks! I hate relocating, I need to streamline and simply more //
Yet how do I do 3D printing and Laser Engraving as Hobbies without computers and stuff? The last Intel iMac does double duty as the Prusa Slicer and controller of the Prius Mini, and controls the XTOOL F1 dual laser engraver including its path design software, Light Bridge. I have so many hobbies, not going to list them all, but they all require special gear, that takes up space, which requires other gear. To suggest that I am a complicated person and understatement, I am autistic savant with interests in more than 100 different complex topics.
I am not selling anything; no ads, I am only sharing my thought. I am being as forthright and honest as possible with a Godly hope that it helps someone else break free from materialism consumer confusion. I am typing this post on an ASUS F17 gaming laptop from 2020 that I purchased then because back then we were also living out of a room in a home helping my dying adoptive mother on her way to death, and most of the people I have ever been close too, have died, leaving me now at age 42 wondering, why I am even still here, I don't have any friends other than my lovely wife. I frequently feel like shit and have no idea why, like someone hit me in the head with a bat, a headache for no apparent reason, gel coming out of my anus, even my colon cries. I feel like I am invisible and my life has no meaning and does not matter.
Yet I drive myself to make thing happen because I am afraid of failing more than anything else. My Yamaha MT03 stuck in storage buried so changing the oil required me to do it upside down, and the oil pan I usually use to college the spent motor oil was too large, so I used a box knife on a 5 quart plastic oil jug that was almost empty to cut a rectangular hole, then with all my strength head pinned between drywall and the shift gear on the left side of the 2020 MT03, I used a 12mm socket on a wrength with my left hand and arm to break the oil drain bolt free and drain out the used spent motor oil, then put it back with a crush washer and torqued it down to about 18 foot pounds to secure it. I was unable to remove the oil filter, but reading the owner's manual, that only has to be done, a new oil filter, every other oil change, thankfully.
So now I have time to find my special oil filter removal tool before doing that procedure, pending a search through other plastic bins in that same storage unit. I do not have depression, but I am also not happy, and frequently feel too sick to want to do anything other than play CS2 on Steam on this incredible laptop gaming machine with computer hardware so advanced I marvel at what's under the hood in terms of chipsets, the architecture of which is fantastic, I took it apart after using it for thousands of hours and found zero dust inside, the dual fan heat pipe system that cools the discrete graphics and CPU feature dustless technology, holy smokes, that is crazy!
Maybe after reading the above you understand why I only truly trust God & no one else! & while I have ample reason to trust my lovely wife, there is no way she will ever be able to completely understand me.
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