I just had to break down and take out two weeks of boxes for my disabled roomie, and my roomie who isn't disabled, just working 16 hour days.

And like... Gee, I wish I had enough disposable income to treat myself with lots of little trinkets and tech toys and parts for tech toys and Hot sauces and snacks and all that other stuff that comes via amazon Box.

Because then I could buy Tools and crafting supplies and stuff for Other people. Because I'm a walking contradiction: I'm an anti-materialist dragon.

Like I have a Hoard, but it's all stuff that's looking for it's rightful owner.
75% of my possessions were Given to me, salvaged, bartered for, received as Payment or otherwise Not Bought in a Store. I place huge value on owning Nice things that someone else threw away in their quest for the Nicest Thing.

And because I know that as I do good works and go about my life, stuff will find it's way to me. So it's not a big deal giving things away.

And then I look at the pile of broken down, nearly unused cardboard boxes and think: This is what's gonna fukkin kill us.