Ms S. Swami: The First Question Post!!!!! Yeeee haw!!

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The Question:

Just a quick question that was brought to my attention awhile back. Why does
'Sally sell sea shells by the sea shore'? Wouldn't it be better to sell sandals
or shoes or even salad by the sea shore. If someone is willing to buy something
that can be found for free anywhere along the sea shore than that would be
'rather ridiculous rubbish' wouldn't it?

Please Ms. S. Swami, shed some
light on this puzzling question that has been nagging me and keeping me from
slumber these past few weeks.

With my utmost appreciation, toonsis

Answer:

Well. Firstly, perhaps 'Sally' selling 'seashells by the sea shore' is just a grand metaphor for what happens all the time in the all-encompassing world of consumerism. If you think about it, we buy things out of the convenience that we don't have to do anything except pay for it, when theoretically, we could come up with it ourselves/it's already in our possession, it just requires we actually use a little effort.

Examples:
Do I really have to go out and buy 2000000 coffees/day in their prepackaged, already sugared and creamed state, when i could have just made coffee?

Do I really have to go out and buy a freakin' salad for 7 bucks? I have 3 bags of lettuce. And why the hell do i even have bags of lettuce (for 4 bucks, prewashed and cut.....)??

We could all be making our own clothes. Growing our own vegetables.
It would take work. But apparently, we would rather work our asses off for others, so that we can have the money to perpetuate the so-called 'easy' (or maybe stupid) life of buying seashells by the seashore..... because we're too tired to collect our own seashells....tired from helping other people collect seashells to sell....does this seem sane?

Perhaps Sally is just a greedy bitch. Why doesn't she sell sandals, or salad, or even beer, things one might actually want while hanging out at the seashore? Because she's LAZY, that's right, LAZY. She knows you'll buy her seashells. All she has to do is walk a few feet and pick them up. She doesn't have to care about your actual needs and put EFFORT into catering to them. She's not in it for serving you, she's in it for making money....and so, has figured out how to do that. This is what makes me lose sleep at night...the fact that very few who provide a service to others are actually doing what they love and giving to others from that place. I think people are just beginning to feel lost, working in their min. wage jobs, hating it, but doing it for the money...some people realize they should be providing a service to others doing something they genuinely love to do, others just feel a vague emptiness......Either way, it is starting to be felt....
It is a world wide habit that is ingrained in the ways of life but hopefully, it can change...cuz the natives are restless.....maybe Sally will start the change, just by realizing she really likes to make straw hats.......and selling those instead. And don't you feel better paying for something you know someone has put themselves/love into, instead of a floppy, unfeeling McPoopy burger? (okay....don't ask)

Also, if you attach value to something, it seems more valuable. Right?
Example: Sally charges $10 per seashell. She has, quite literally, just picked them off the seashore....they are exactly the same as the others... All the other ones are free. People see this, and think: "Well, there's those free seashells....but look at those 'Sally Shellfiger' brand seashells! They must be better quality, they're $10, and called 'Sally Shellfiger.' Let's get those instead....."
Sally's pretty smart.....but in the end, does she feel good about herself....really?

And then, you could take the metaphor even further: All we need is within us, and so.....
trying to gain fulfillment and happiness from the outside is as silly as buying seashells off Sally, when seashells come naturally to your abundant self (the seashore)...

Basically, Sally will sell seashells by the seashore for as long as we buy them.

I hope, toonsis, that you will rest easy tonight........don't eat the McPoopy burger....you'll have gas, that'll keep you awake.....
Keep the questions coming!!

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