We all know them. They live next door and detest their workplaces. They return home from awful job just to eat crappy dinner that tastes of old boots. They watch TV just to get irritated, they hunt for bargains at variety stores, they talk about the weather and the ongoing special offer at 7/Eleven. They sleep wrapped up in itchy, scratching bedding and wake up next to people they don’t really care about. There’re hundreds, thousands, millions of them. People who are satisfied with junk.
My philosophy of life is that I value quality.
I hate slapdashness, improvised arrangements, neglect and everything that doesn’t make my life easier or more pleasant. I’m no nouveau riche. As a student, I live on a budget that is even tighter than spanx. There’re months when I really have to watch my pennies. However, it’s not about the money, because a state of mind cannot be defined by one’s assets.
I’ve always preferred saving up for high-quality items. Buy less but better. Anyway, it’s not just about shopping. My point is that if you do something, do it the best you can, and grasp every opportunity your life has to offer.
I will always choose to buy one packet of blue cheese over three packages of some gummy cheese-like substance. Instead of litres of instant coffee that tastes like dishwater I make myself one cup of strong, Italian coffee a day. I prefer having one decent pair of jeans in my wardrobe to loads of shoddy trousers made from Chinese cotton. If I go for a coffee with somebody who bores me to death, I politely finish the meeting and don’t arrange another one. I do my best to avoid sitting up till late at night, because I know that if I don’t get enough sleep I feel like a mouldy SpongeBob, and I don’t want to waste my day. When I was moving to Warsaw, I grasped at straws to arrange my new living space in accordance with my liking. I spent all my savings for it and later even run up a debt with my imaginary best friend, because all I knew was that I couldn’t live in a hovel – home is where I spend most of my leisure time and, to a large extent, my surroundings determine my mood.
It’s possible to do things on the cheap!
The past few years, when I tried put this philosophy into practice, got me convinced that to make your existence more attractive you really don’t need to have wads of money. Despite that, a lot of people still consider a need for quality a whim. They seem not to notice that one decent item is worth more than a pile of junk. Once again, I don’t mean money but comfort, space and time that are saved. You most definitely know this – there’re thousands of pens at your house but you always cannot find one when you need to jot something down. The more stuffed is our wardrobe the more difficult it is to find an outfit. The more TV channels the more difficulties with choosing something interesting to watch. A whole bunch of Facebook friends won’t substitute for a real imaginary friend.
Looking after our surroundings, possessions and relations is not a whim, but cool and healthy egoism. I don’t know about you, but I won’t waste my life on glum people and worthless conversations. Plastic clothes, notes on paper recycled to its limits, dreary books, lousy music, movies which aren’t electrifying from the very beginning, lectures that only make me sleep. These are examples of everyday sloppyness that I honestly loathe. You know, we can have it so-so or just so. I prefer the latter.