Attachment lives on. Attachment has me by throat. Attachment still has me by the suitcase. Even though I had a moment of no longer being attached to the stinky, beautiful, oddly colored, green suitcase, I still have not gotten rid of it. It sits in my bathroom, not quite stinky, but not fresh enough to ever hold clothes again. Its usefulness as a suitcase is over, and when one lives in 1,000 square feet, having a large stinky suitcase in the bathroom is like having an extra refrigerator in the living room. It is just not needed, and it is always in the way. So I went to Macy’s today, because the suitcase is on sale, and I was going to restore order because I could still have the perfection that I am attached to–a matching set of beautifully crafted, distinctly colored or textured luggage–for the first time in my life. Well even though Macy’s was selling the exact same suitcases in July, they are now selling the next model up. The only difference between the old model and the new model is the shade of green, and I don’t like the new green. So I come home to the internet. How is it possible that there is not one cucumber green 24″ suitcase in the entire internet universe when they were on the shelves only a few months ago? Where are the remainders, the overstock, the returns when someone got a present and said, “What is with this color green?” The thoughts continue to rise and fall. They march through in orderly fashion, then in fits and starts like children grouping, swarming, then breaking up in the mad dynamics of recess. The thoughts throw out answers. The answers are obvious: donate the unused matching piece and start over, get a piece that doesn’t match, wait in case the exact same suitcase surfaces again on the internet, just hold on and wait until one answer seems to be the appropriate action. With time, the appropriate answer will arise. In the meantime, attachment sucks, and I have a suitcase in the bathroom.
Dear Snippet,
Is it really an attachment to choose a favorite color or to always seek that special, comfortable chair in which to sit? How about using that one mat, pillow or chair for meditation?
We have likes and dislikes and I don’t think a special suitcase, albeit, one that is kinda stinky, should raise a concern for attachment.
Unless you can not live without it and it chatters away in your mind day and night like monkeys swinging on ta ree ending up in the past or the future but never in the present moment.
It’s the attachment to your bathroom that you really have to worry about!
Michael J