Pockets (the root of some but not all evil)
THE POCKET
I'm convinced that the pocket was the ultimate root of consumerism. Long ago when we walked around in the buff, or at best, our loin cloths, we were not concerned with taking things home with us. In caveman days we would see a beautiful stone laying in our path and think to ourself "wow that is beautiful, I will walk this same path on my way home to marvel at the beauty nature provides me with."
And then someone invented the pocket. Probably a crude sown patch on your loin cloth, or maybe even a satchel attached to a string of deer sinew, that you could wear around your neck.(the purse) From that day forward we began to covet stuff. We would begin to take things out of it's natural environment and believe that since we had this pocket to transport it in, we deserved to take it home and claim ownership of it. And to show it off to friends as though it belonged to you.
Next came the pants. These pants now had FOUR pockets. 2 on each side and 2 in back. We could now fit MORE stuff. And though it was not socially acceptable for women to wear pants in that day, they did have the purse. This was the beginning of the evolution of the consumer. Back pockets gave way to wallets, and purses gave the women a place to carry their make-up around so they could make sure they looked pretty ALL THE TIME. This is where we lost the natural female. And now today women wear pants AND have a purse which explains their desire to shop much more than the man. They carry their makeup, their cell phones, their car keys, their checkbooks, and sometimes they carry purses within their purses.
AND THEN CAME ..... the CARGO PANTS! I mean, the name alone suggests that you are an airplane full of STUFF! 6 POCKETS!!! A maximum amount of places to put stuff. Take into that equation a jacket and a backpack and you have a very large amount of space in your immediate-personal-vacinity (I call it IPV) that you think you own.
I noticed myself the other day with my pockets full of STUFF!! It really freaked me out man! I could hardly move much less sit down. I had to lighten the load. I threw everything away. Fuck it!! My cell phone, my pager, my lighter, my cigarettes, my money, my change, my phone numbers, car keys, an old cassette, a piece of bubblegum, 2 matchsticks, an ink pen, my credit card, 3 flyers, a couple of balls of lint, and a pumpkin seed. There might have been more, I can't remember. But it's okay. None of the stuff was mine. You never really own anything ever. For real though. Think about it. You never really own ANYTHING EVER. (with the exception of your body, but I'm suspicious that my body is on loan as well)
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