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"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."

If I could ascribe some sort of meaning to each object that I own... Some of them would be quite a stretch, some of them wouldn't be stretching in the least. This... This object would stand for __insert person here__. A tangible representation of <'s> concern that I do not have enough. This concern, I fear is just a front. For some things in life <_> would rather not confront. That obtaining more objects lulls <_> into a sense of security. Ownership... Well my sentiment is rather nicely wrapped up and presented by a certain book out there. Although I do not feel quite as caustic and pessimistic about it as the character in the book. This quote shall still serve my purposes well:

"You buy furniture, you tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. buy the sofa, then for a couple of years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled, then the right set of dishes, then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug.
Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things that you used to own, now they own you."

(now to continue with an ambiguous "you" as if I were speaking directly to un-said person)
It keeps going on and on. Continuous findings of a lack in your life that only acquiring and owning new items could fix. Of course you think I share this need for items to satisfy me. But I do not. I would be completely fine with dressing in shambles if that were all that I owned. All these things you find, I fear will some day bury you. Topple over and leave you helpless, as they... Someday reveal their true power, that they have come to own you.

I exaggerate. Driven by this feeling of distaste. That there is issued complaints of a lack of money, yet I see you continuing to spend. There is no rationality. Sure you bargain and "save", but wouldn't the saving be greater if you didn't spend anything at all?
I do appreciate everything you have spent the time to get for me, truly. I just wish there was no leavings of that bitter taste that I must keep in mind of your bad habits. Addiction? The fact of it benefiting me, doesn't make it all that much sweeter. It is perhaps a minor thing, no big deal in all reality. I just see the strain it causes once in a while. Maybe it has just become the final straw of a issue that lays deeper as a hot spring underwater, waiting for the right outlet to let it burst forth.
I wish I could truly dissect the behavior of another. But I fear in truth my assumptions or reasoned attempts at making sense of another person's behavior will never come near the mark of reality.
Though I continue to try, as I continue to try many other pursuits. There is no other way to get better at something but to continue trying past many failed attempts.