Object Love, Object Lust, and Indifference
I took my last ride in my 1977 Datsun 280Z today. I’ve sold the car, and the new owner is picking it up tonight.
On this last drive, I patted the dashboard and said something like, “Sorry I have to sell you.” Which made me think about how some objects in my life are things I have relationships with, and some are just things.
I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have to give up a pet, or a baby, when I feel sad about just seeing my car go.
I really don’t want to own it anymore-it just doesn’t serve my daily needs-but on a deeper, emotional level, I have a warm feeling towards it, and something significant is going on around giving it up.
This feeling about my Z is totally different from the way I felt when I got an iPhone, which was nonetheless strong as well. I woke up early the morning the contract with my old provider expired and drove right to the Apple store. This was like a consumer electronics booty call. Object lust.
But now my phone is just a thing I use. I feel more emotion about my Swiss Army knife.
And I never felt a thing for my computer, even though I probably spend more time with it than anything–inanimate or animate–in my life.
What’s up with that?
Actually, I’ve got some pretty good ideas about why all of this is the way it is, but I’d rather hear your comments about things you
- love
- lust after
- hate
- feel indifferent about