My questions come from the very right-brained Paige:
Really, I'd like to say that I wouldn't grab anything. Wouldn't it be nice to make a fresh start? Start from nothing. And then accumulate things carefully and consciously this time around. What freedom. I'd like to say that, and mostly it would be true. But I'm much too attached to my laptop and all that's stored inside it to leave it behind. So that's the first thing I'd grab. Although, maybe the computer fits into the same "obvious" category as photos and wallet.
Okay, here's the second thing:
And finally, I'd grab my digital camera, so I could photograph the flames burning everything (including an embarrassingly massive Madonna collection) to the ground. Whew. What a relief!
A car! First of all, a car is never free, what with insurance, gas, maintenance, parking tickets, etc. But even if someone were to give me the car and offer to pay for all of those expenses, I'd decline the offer. Because I know that if I had a car, I'd suddenly start driving everywhere instead of walking, and my body would just go to pot. I like the effect that lugging heavy grocery bags home has on my arms! And finally, if I had a car, I would feel perpetually guilty for consuming oil and contributing to air pollution. Carless, I can be supremely self-righteous and smug. Why would I want to give that up?
Self-righteous smugness.
An ex-client of mine that Ruby and I used to refer to as Mr. Miserable. He complained about absolutely everything. He didn't understand why it took me so long to do his books. (It didn't. I'm fast! Really, ask anyone. Except him.) He didn't understand why I wouldn't stuff envelopes for him and then didn't understand why I offered to do it at my normal rate instead of minimum wage. He nickeled and dimed me every single time I sent him an invoice, but then would keep me on the phone for hours whining about his rotten life. I was too much of a wuss to tell him what I really wanted: that I'd be happy to be his therapist for $100/hour. Instead, I finally just packed up all his bookkeeping paperwork and shipped it back to him with a letter of resignation.
Take multimedia classes full time. Make a movie. Probably travel more. I doubt life would change radically, though. I'd just focus more time on the things I already enjoy and less on those that I don't. As it is, my life is pretty darned good.
Okay, then. Who's next?