Something, odd.

They don't always notice me sitting here, they, the people, the man and woman, that bought me to sit for who knows how long. I want to be useful in some way, but they never pick me. it's not fun being the only one ignored, for some reason. there is always a favorite, the always picked above everyone else and maybe it's because they never really wanted me. they bought me because they thought I would be useful to them,

but in reality, they just wanted to fit in. to be in the in crowd. like everyone else.

There was once a time when they did use me, when they first brought me here, when I was new and fresh, all the rage, by everyone. why I became that way was a mystery to me. Because now I just sit on a shelf collecting dust and never to be used again. I hate how very odd they can be. humans collecting items they never intend to use, they maybe have used me and the others some time or two, but never long enough to justify the purchase. never enough to actually want us. and that's just the life of me, the water bottle that you've bought in multiple different colors and patterns. rarely to be used again.

waiting to be put in that box of things you intended to donate.

But, of course, the cycle will continue. The never-ending buying and purchasing of water bottles or an enormous amount other things that will become the next big thing, the next hit item everyone wants. because what's popular in the moment is always going to win, everyone has a hive mentality. Whatever one person has you had to have it too. That's just plain dumb. But what do I have to say? what do I know? I'm just a water bottle, an Inamine object. or whatever you perceive me to be, or whatever thing you keep on buying thinking it will give you a lasting happiness.

You think, "Maybe this time I'll be happy with what I just bought" You'll be happy with it in the beginning, but slowly over time, you will become unhappy with it. Just like all the other useless things you buy, over and over again. Unending.

Why, why can't you humans just be happy with what you have? Why do you have to keep on buying to find happiness? Is there no joy is the simple things you used to live by?

Where does your happiness lie? Where should you find your happiness?

I'll tell you what, it's that bright light box you carry around with you everywhere, the phone. It tells you what the next thing is and that you should go and buy right this instant, because it will surely make you happy once you have it, right? No, it probably will not make you happy, at all. It's a lie, a thing used to distract you. To keep you compliant. But I'm going too far now, you won't get it.

Now, I wan't you to look at your own life, where could you stop all the constant spending? Where could you spend more time doing the things you love? Where you don't let the boredom of nothing new happening take your attention away. Or your time. Because your time is money, your time is valuable. Don't let something frivolous be what you live for. Live a life that's full of life. explore, go outside, smell the air, and be in the moment. And live in the time you are in right now. no matter what season of life you're in, a season of suffering, of happiness, of newness. Stop and live. But, let me get back to my reality, of being something that doesn't get to do all of those things, even if it's sad, or happy. I can never do those things, because I am just a water bottle.

I feel like I'm just rambling now, but I've got more to say. When else am I going to get the chance to speak again.

I'll tell you something odd that happened to me recently.

I got picked up from the shelf. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get picked. To be the choice of the day. And I'm hoping that it's for longer, I really like being useful, useful to the one who bought me, and brought me here intending to use me but never did because of all the other water bottles that they have. but as soon as it started it ended. I was washed and then put in the donate box like I always thought I'd end up in. I was then put the car and driven to, not the secondhand store, but to someone else entirely. A whole new house, a whole new world. Different smells and sounds. Somewhere I hope I can be useful in. and yes, I can smell and hear, it's something that's very human that I can do. But I think I'm the only one like this, I've never heard of anything else like me. And I'm ok with that, I never needed anything else to make me content, I was made this way.

This human is different. Odd. She Lives on a farm. Way different than the previous persons who owned me. They, the man and woman, live in a big city, very loud, and anxiety provoking. I never realized it was like that untill I left it and now I don't know how anyone could live in a place so immense. It's uncomfortable now to think of it. Here though, it's calming and quiet, and just perfect.

The woman that now owns me, uses me every day. Like I'm the only water bottle she owns, and it's so freeing to be used, to be helpful to someone who apricates me. To be used every day. This is how everyone should live, to love the things you have and not feel like you need to get something new whenever that thing inevitably becomes boring to you. This is life, this is my life. And it's grand.