#object attachment

autism things 183

Sometimes, when I walk around outside, I feel a sort of fondness for all the cars I come across! Even the ones that I personally believe weren't designed well by their creators, as that's not *their* fault. They didn't choose that. Every car is as beautiful as the next, especially when they're personalized with bountiful stickers or you can see all that they and their driver have gone through together — scrapes, dirt, wear and all.

I can't let the old recliner die. I can't let it. If it dies, I think I may legitimately have a breakdown. But I'm really, really scared it will break. Why do I think it will break? Well, I need to explain some things about the recliner to explain that. The recliner is an old faux leather one, and it sheds flakes of fake leather or whatever. So for years we've been covering it in sheets so it doesn't flake on us when we sit there. Instead it flakes on the sheet. Recently, the sheet has been awful to deal with. It's being super hard to get comfortable with. It's frustrating, but I don't know how to actually explain it all properly.

For Marx the self under capitalism ceases to have an ontological reality of its own, instead it substitutes within itself a series of object-attachments which replace any real (or otherwise economically non-motivated) sense of autonomy.

I am emotionally attached to the apple macintosh