It has been a interesting few weeks. It seems that the theme in my life really has been ownership. Who owns what has become so important because I teach online. I have the ability to be home a lot of it I want to be.
For some things, it's simple. Since I have the receipt, I own it. Once money comes to me in the form of a paycheck, I own it. It isn't an allowance; it's paycheck. It's also MY paycheck and not the neighbor's paycheck. If I pay to fix something or have it and the neighbor steals it so I can't use it, then I can take it back because I have the receipt and am the rightful owner. I shouldn't have to explain that having my own belongings isn't theft since I can prove ownership of it.
We all own our own time. I can choose to use my time. If I want to draw until my hands feel crippled or plant vegetables until my body is sunburned, then it's my choice. I shouldn't have to explain to someone else that I want to be doing it because I like it. It's fun. I can choose to use my time as I want to in the United States. Adults get to do that at 18. My graduate degree empowers me to have teaching possibilities that free up my time in highly beneficial ways.
We own our own objects. If I sell, then it really should be assumed that it is because I don't want it and not because I am poor. It's like I am waiting for the next person to decide that I have to tell them why I should have to get their permission to sell my own objects. I sold some things from an old relationship that I didn't want to have around anymore, and it seems that it strictly because I'm poor to other people. I don't actually have to sell any of my belongings; I chose to though. I didn't want them. As I continue to go through my belongings, I have been sorting more of what I want to sell. I don't know one person not in a monastery who doesn't have extra things to get rid of.
I'm not going without anything. I'm not hungry or homeless and neither my pets. They are vaccinated and well taken care of. It's as though if other people don't know where I get every penny I spend, then it is because I am ripping them off. I re-use almost everything.
My kitty litter bottle now holds fertilizer for my garden that was graciously given to me. I wouldn't have known what kind to purchase as it is done my numbers on the bag. This is 16-8-8. Had I known what kind to buy, then I could have gotten it myself. I re-used vines that ivy grew on to help beans and peas grow to the permanent fence that I am also using as a trellis. It seems that doing so also means that I am too poor for some people. Being at home also meant that I was unemployed during the past few weeks. It's been weird.
Ultimately, it is about who owns whom. We all own ourselves in this country. It seems that people want me to have to explain to them why I am allowed to be outside but won't even tell me their names. Demanding information from me while attempting to remain anonymous is really about trying to control and own another person because someone else would have an perceptual need to do so.
People are odd when they think that they have the upper hand over someone else. The mere idea of having the upper hand to scold another adult that I've never met is grotesque to me. I don't understand why it isn't to other people except for a presumed ownership of other human beings.
