Materialism, being affection to having lots of material that makes you happy. The definition is up to you, you may call it material dependency too. But what stuck out to me in my younger beta years, is that I simply could not let go of material. Not even a single piece of paper that reminded me of that pizza I bought 2 years prior, and how good it tasted. It was like a relic, at hindsight, nothing but pathetic. I started to value any material around me to insane proportions, even something ridiculous as a pricetag of an old t-shirt. Take it a step further, bicycles, cars, motorcycles, computers. You could forget about making me sell it. I had an emotional bond with pieces of metal, plastic and cardboard, which have given me memories I cherish. I even had the idea that in some spiritual sense, these things all had their own soul, probably mostly because cars and motorcycles especially have a face in terms of lights, grill, badge, you get the idea.

It's nothing but a piece of metal. Disassembled into pieces, none of the pieces has it's own soul or whatever. It's just a piece of lumped together atoms that do nothing than keeping themselves together. They cannot do anything by themselves, and need human input to work. I admit that I still have some difficulty with letting things go, but it's only maybe 15% of what it used to be. I used to cry over a popped balloon, and it all started when my mom lectured me that I should be fucking ashamed of how I treated things when I was roughly 8 years old. From that day onward, I didn't laugh about popping balloons, it made me feel bad, and additionally, feel bad for the balloon that was ripped through shreds by me.

I even got oneitis for my 2 cars and motorcycle. They were the best thing in the world, perfect, and I even hated to know that someone else owned them before me. I mean, I wanted to be their only owner ever, I couldn't find peace in the fact that they have been owned and driven by someone else. I laugh at my past self now, and realize how ridiculous that was, and especially a waste of time and emotions. In anything in life, it's always just your turn. And even if you decide to stay with 1 person or 1 thing the rest of your life, you might not be living life to the fullest because of the foolish dread of wanting to be the only one. Material is just material, people are just people. You own it momentarily, and caring about what happened before and what will happen after your turn is, again, a waste of time. All you should care about is how much value it brings you while it's your turn with something. Ditch it when something else gives you greater value, keep it if it's the greatest value you can grab, and dump it again if something better comes along. Because in the end, a piece of material has no emotion towards you and any emotion towards it is wasted. Much like with women, those with a high offer of men treat the men as nothing more than a commodity. I've met plenty of guys that has 0 girls, and others with over 50+ and you clearly could see a line going from pedastal to a piece of meat that makes you cum and that's it.

Women view men as a commodity, not as a person, and they will treat you as a disposable once you act like a piece of commodity that will stay with the woman no matter what, until she decides it's time for you to go. Your boss and colleagues are exactly the same in that regards. You are just a workforce, not a person. They see you as a commodity with a price. There are plenty of replacements out there.

Don't be a commodity, don't bond with commodity.