Recently I’ve gotten into a lot of arguments with various people when discussing materialism and what makes who happy. First of all, let’s call up a good friend like Google: What does it mean when you are a materialistic person;
The act of caring more about THINGS than people;
If we are going to be extreme and literal, we are materialistic when people get super excited about a Christmas gift, or birthday gift or any holiday/event that requires receiving a gift from a loved one. The gift is likely to be a material possession, like a book, scarf, expensive shoes, lingerie, expensive branded make-up, perfumes, or even a piece of gum.
It’s well likely to be something that, that person will love and use.
And that’s perfectly okay. But I don’t take the accusation of being a materialistic person lightly. It hurts me because it’s unfair. I can honestly say I have never met a person in my life that truly by heart valued material things above all else. I truly don’t know what that’s like, but I’m sure people like that exist.That’s a very big step to take in accusing someone.
What triggered this post the most is the fact that I have been called a materialistic person for something I don’t think is worthy to pin a label like that on me, but what’s more, when I tried to be a good listener and ask, what have I done to make you make that assumption, I heard the most ridiculous explanations I could hear.
By having different interests, people’s excitement is different for different things.
So many variations here, I can’t name everything and all types of people that can love all types of things. One person can love 10 different things.
The things that make me happy may be the most natural things to make a person happy, some may be unusual but are we going to fall down so low and end up having to explain ourselves why we love certain things and why they make us happy?
I am not ashamed to say that new technology excites me. Be it computers, laptops, phones, whatever it may be. To me it’s shinny and useful and can be beautiful. Heck, without a computer, I wouldn’t be writing my thoughts that I love to write right now.
When the new GalaxyS6 came out, I fell in love with the phone. It’s beautiful on it’s own and believe me when I say that I have memorized every corner of the phone and I see it three meters away from me, and I say, that’s the galaxys6. I get extremely happy at the thought of having it, holding it, so shinny and pretty and I was called an extreme materialist for loving it.
This made me extremely angry and disappointed in many. Why? Just answer me why? Are you that ignorant to not realize the phrase “In love with the phone” is merely an exaggeration of affection? I don’t value the phone over my friends, I wouldn’t betray my friends for the phone, I wouldn’t choose to pay for the phone over something that required it more, like health or help to anyone I care about. I want to have it if I can yes, why not? If I can pay for it and it makes me happy, why not? To prove something to you? Stand in line and wait until I care enough.
Has it seriously become necessary to explain yourself over stupid bullshit like this? I can’t buy the phone and I realize that the money that would require to buy it can be used for more useful things. But I am a materialistic person because I get excited when I talk about it, and when I see it and say It’s so freaking beautiful?
Am I wrong? Is there a difference between loving and wanting a beautiful pair of Rag & Bone jeans that cost over 100-200$ and a beautiful expensive phone? Or 500$ branded shoes and a phone? Correct me if I’m wrong.
It’s just what people enjoy, what brings out happiness out of them, why is that bad? I could care less about Mac and NYC make up.
I for example, LOVE stationeries, pencils, mechanical pencils, markers, notebooks, reminders, letters, erasers, sharpeners, books, shelfs, beautiful home offices, shinny expensive desks, lamps.
I would much rather buy a collection of all mechanical pencils, markers and notebooks, books and have a shelf full of office supply stuff, cozy it up in my own personal dream office I would love one day to have in my house, where I would write -work, and hopefully grade a lot of tests and papers of my students – have a collection of Nike and Adidas sneakers, than buy a make-up collection by Mac, NYC, Urban Decay etc. And both are perfectly okay to be excited for and talked about.
I don’t understand. Truly.