New Stuff

Since the onset of when modern man started walking erec,t and was able to communicate through grunts and other sounds, he has been on a quest for new things. To set the record straight, I am referring to humanity as a whole when I say modern man. The selection of new things was far simpler back then, a good stick or dry cave was about it. After the wheel was invented, it was all downhill from there, pun intended.

However, as we evolved so did our stuff, and in all likely hood it just complicated matters far more than we needed or realized. Now it’s a constant quest for the better wheel or bigger cave. Remember how you felt when you got your first set of wheels or your first cave of your very own? Remember how you oohed and aaahed by yourself for hours because it was just perfect? Remember your first car? The one where you had to roll up the window with a hand operated the crank, gently guiding the glass upwards as you went along. You washed it and named it as though it was your first-born. In hindsight, if you had to drive it now you would be mortified and go to great lengths to not be seen anywhere near it, let alone getting out of it.

Or that first apartment, with the hand me down couch and ripped linoleum,  yet  you thought it was cool to get heat from a pot of water on the stove. Back when your Italian landlord wasn’t a cheap grease ball yet, but European and “saving on the oil.” We humans grow tired of things; just like we evolved from starting fire with two sticks, as we got older so did our tastes, refined as it’s now called. The question now at hand is when is it ok to out grow people. Is it ok at all, or are you just stuck with the same person who, like the car window with the hand crank, has to be guided straight on a constant basis.