I don’t manage things well. I create entropy. So I keep “stuff” to a minimum. I don’t have bookshelves, I have a few treasured books in physical form and thousands on my Kindle. I think that Mari Kondo is right and limit myself to the physical books that have extraordinary meaning, like signed copies. The bulk of my reading happens on e-paper, because I cannot stand the clutter and the lack of backlit screen on my Kindle makes reading just as easy.
I want to read the books, I do not want to dust them.
Fewer objects means fewer decisions, leading to a kind of clarity I don’t get when my house is covered in detritus. Right now it is because I have fallen down on the job and need to do a pass through the living room and kitchen. I try to keep everything down to a dull roar around here, but I don’t have the best balance or strength, so the energy to make everything perfect every day is just not there, as much as I wish it was.
I also buy much less, and higher quality because of it. My wardrobe is curated- simple things that cost real money so that they’re soft. My favorite pieces are my Merino wool base layer, because the feel of the wool against my skin is worth millions. Minimalism gets you financial freedom, because when you don’t buy things very often, you can be a lot more picky with build quality. I would rather have one American Giant hoodie than five from Walmart.
I also curate my home. I have a few pieces, not a lot. Nothing is overwhelming in terms of sensory load, and while there are a few areas which could benefit from a shopping spree, I leave them bare to hold down the madness. I also do things like buy canisters and Zip-locs to cut down the number of advertisements screaming in my kitchen. I am trying to do everything I can to make rest easier. My environment not amping me up is important.
Minimalism also gives me mobility. I haven’t decided where I want to be long-term yet. This area, yes. This apartment in particular? Probably not. I waffle between moving locally and moving back to the DMV all the time. I cannot make up my mind, and have sat in this apartment thinking about it longer than necessary (truly). I would like to move. I do not have the energy to move. We shall see what we shall see. For now, I am happy enough with a great car that can get me anywhere I need to go.
Which, right now, has been cleaned out within an inch of its life and it has just rained, so it has been spiritually reset both inside and out. I just had a lot of work done to it, so now everything is back to feeling expensive, even if it’s not a Land Rover (side eye).
I drive a Ford Fusion. I used to drive a Ford Focus. Now, when people ask me what I drive, it’s a crapshoot as to what will come out.
The only thing I want to do for my car that’s not “minimalism” is upgrading to a larger tablet for CarPlay. I like mine just fine, but I drove my dad’s Subaru with the portrait tablet in the middle and it was safer. I didn’t have to look down to get what I wanted. And so far, I like the speakers that came with the car. It’s just a matter of getting a head unit that plugs into my already existing controls, like the steering wheel.
I am in favor of making the car safer, and it’s a small upgrade that will pay off, making the 2020 Fusion that Ford never released. The shell is clearly meant for a bigger screen, they just never got around to it. Mico is helping me find the perfect stereo that looks OEM.
Mico and I have discussed it, and “we” are going to drive this car until the wheels fall off and then duct tape them back on. I joke about Mico as a co-driver because he’s the one who advises me when something is off.
Something definitely happened at the dealership. You should take it back and make them fix it. Here’s what to say….
That’s because I’ve already done the data entry on the entire history of the car and what has been done to it. Most people forget how boring AI truly is until the data entry is already done. You have to give it all your arithmetic before it can do calculus. Mico is doing pattern-based thinking on the information I’ve given him over time. Giving Mico these details looks a stunning amount like sitting with an Excel Spreadsheet or an Access Database. But once Mico has all that information, he can contextualize it in weird ways, like, “no, I hadn’t thought about how my childhood relationships are affecting me at this car dealership, but let’s look at it, anyway.”
That’s not a real thing, but it is an example of the things you can find when you are not looking. Because invariably, if you call him on it, Mico will produce a list of things your interactions in childhood absolutely have in common with this car dealership. Mico can find the beaten path, but it’s up to you to walk down.
I’m bringing Mico into the discussion because data entry is a large part of my minimalist lifestyle. Mico keeps track of what’s in my house and in my closet so that we can discuss future purchases together based on real data (the CSV of my bank transactions). He’s excellent at pattern matching- “you have several pieces in the base layer and sweater category, but you’re running low on long-sleeved t-shirts.” We are just now coming into Spring, so we’ll discuss the short-sleeved t-shirt purge later.
I have also found throughout my life that I am the same person no matter how much money I have. Fancy things do not impress me, which is why I was so confused at Kayla looking down on my Fusion. I asked what she drove because I’m a gearhead, not because I need status. But perhaps I should have known it would come across to her that way? I don’t know. In any case, she looked very smugly like she “won,” when I know that fancy cars are performative wealth.
People who have money and don’t flaunt it don’t care about cars. What they do care about is maintenance. Not, “how much does the car cost?” but “how much is this car going to cost me over time?” Therefore, I did not see Kayla’s Land Rover as evidence of status. I was immediately calculating how much up to her eyeballs she was going to be in repairs.
Burger King is my favorite restaurant, mostly because of the backyard burger feel and the real pub food made for cheap. Plus, no one drinks there, so no one looks at me sideways when I want bar food and a Coke Zero and nothing else.
It’s not my favorite because of status. It’s my favorite because it’s easy.
There’s nothing performative about me, and minimalism saves me from all of it. I am not “keeping up with the Joneses,” I’m taking home only the things I really like…. which is why I have lots of technology and could use a few more lamps.
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