Yes, Americans are materialistic who feel they need to get everybody to have "throw-away fever':MORNING PERSPECTIVE

Yes, Americans are materialistic who feel they need to get everybody to have "throw-away fever' now though. De-cluttering and downsizing makes me feel like things are getting much more smaller and that I am dying, but I do know that these things are inevitable. I feel this way because as things get smaller, then I would maybe have to even move into a smaller place or dwelling spot to live inside of, and I couldn't be able to take the things I would want to take with me to this smaller place and stuff. I would feel suffocated and start to panic because I like and do get attached to objects that I have owned over the years and also by objects that have been given to me by maybe a family member, or a fellow member, or maybe even someone who was a friend of a friend, etc. And Yes, moments played in slow motion in my mind's eye will fast forward and even rewind themselves back to the start again inside of my head, and then I am able to surround myself with the same exact feelings inside me and how my whole body felt inside at that time, my body posture, etc. and so forth. Without these "precious moments" would I even know who I am, was, or who I was at least going to try to be? Without these gifts given to me out of love and generosity, who or what would I be in control of then? And then now that I am finding out that they must all go away from me now, and no I do not hail from a palace or behind the gates of some great big ass mansion either.  just have a decent home just as the others inside of my community, or at least I thought I did. I thought I would be privy to 'such and such, and also to 'that and that' because don't these people around me and also 'those people over there 'KNOW' WHO-I BE?  My sense of entitlement grabs me now by the throat and she pretty much takes me aback ensuring to take my fucking breath away and now my heart feels as if it will beat itself out of my chest since it has somehow decided for itself that it do not like the rhythm of whatever the hell is going on inside of my head and that maybe now at this point in time.. maybe I would be better off dead, but that to just allow it to leave first and then I may die; Just die!! Just, die, die, die! Beads are starting to fall from my brow and I am placing my hands onto my knees now because you already know my back is already the hell like at least half arched and that  dammit I left my freaking damn cup of tea down stairs! I shake my head and grab the broom sitting beside me now, and then sit my damn ass down in the freaking computer chair beside me before I really think I will die! lol... I shake my head, put in a piece of gum and I slowly proceed to stand the hell up one more gain... broom is back around again in my hand and so is dust pan in my other one too and stuff; I march down stairs to where the others are throwing out trash and other stuff that needs to go to the trash and in a big hurry, after all tomorrow is Trash day too! We were only doing SPRING-CLEANING, tho! lol...