What makes something valuable to you?
- How much the item cost
- How hard it was to obtain the item
- The memories attached to the item
- The age of the item
- The historical significance of the item
- The popularity of the item
- The usefulness of the item
To me, an item is valuable for a number of reasons. The most important being usefulness and the memories attached to it.
Growing up I looked forward to achieving certain milestones, because it meant I was entering adulthood. It seemed like it would take forever for me to get a driver’s license, finish high school, and get my own car. I counted down the years for what seemed like eternity.
However, I achieved those milestones about thirty years ago. It boggles my mind how much time has passed. I am now watching my niece become an adult and she too has achieved those milestones.
It just doesn’t feel right. It seems strange somehow. Do you know what I mean?
What makes my life fun? What are my favorite things?
- Going to museums
- Free concerts
- Spending time with family and friends
- Taking naps
- Reading books
- Getting cards in the mail
- Off roading in my Jeep
- Driving through the country
- The smell of old books
- Spending time in nature
- Going to libraries
- Going to bookstores
- Being spontaneous
- Sleeping on sheets fresh out of the dryer
- Walking through a park
- Playing video games at an arcade
- Making people laugh
- Watching animals play
- Petting my dogs
- Playing boardgames
- Spending time alone
- Netflix binging
How about you? What makes you happy?
I am an extreme introvert. I could go days without talking to people and be very happy. In fact, I really enjoy having days without human contact.
I am not anti-social, and I do enjoy being around people. I just need that alone time to recharge my batteries.
When I am forced to interact with people all the time and I don’t get enough alone time, I become irritable and my anxiety levels increase drastically. I actually feel agitated and it can even cause my depression symptoms to increase.
I try to explain this to people, but they don’t seem to understand. They don’t realize how important it is for me to have time of personal isolation. I don’t want to hurt people’s feelings, but I just need to be alone.
I go into the woods alone, to sit in silence and listen. I hear birds singing, bugs chirping, and the wind rustling through the leaves. I can smell the freshness in the air. The longer I sit the more at peace I feel. I am becoming one with the nature around me. I feel a longing to connect with the animals that hide or scurry about. I close my eyes, and let all the stress leave my body. In that moment, all feels right with the world. That’s why I go into the woods.