I'm sitting on a list of at least 450 albums, waiting for the next what.cd freeleech. That's fucking overwhelming, and it'll probably be twice that big by this time next year. It's depressing that I can't spend the time that each of these LPs deserves -- but extremely exciting as well. Music never ends.Always there are more albums downloaded and waiting for me to listen to. I don't let this bother me, it actually excites me that my sea of metal never ends.
Man, I recently booted my ex-gf from my house. She had soooo much shit--clothes, records, general junk. It used to drive me up the fucking wall. Now that she's gone, my place is empty and peaceful and clean as a whistle. I love it. To me, more stuff is a cause for great stress, and it gives me anxiety. Minimalism is way undervalued, IMO.Lol it's funny how having more stuff can cause so much unsatisfaction and depression.