What are three material possessions you can never see yourself parting with?

Those tables in my picture, the recamier I'm lying on and our bed and my dining set and china cabinet... OK OK I know you said just 3 so I'll consider my furniture as one, so much of it has sentimental value. Then my jewelery box with all its contents which is also filled with sentimental value...

Nothing else really...

My glasses because I'm blind without them, treasured photos that are irreplacable, my clothing because NO ONE wants to see me nekkid!

Good survey...I'm not truly sure...but I think one of them would be my biological father's wallet and or dog tags, as these are the only physical reminders that I have of him, and a picture of my biological mother, the only one that I know of that is available... and of course at the moment I don't know it's whereabouts

my vibrator, my hand mixer, and thats it

There are plenty of things I wouldn't like to be without, but, eh.

There's nothing I can't see myself parting with. Material possession is fleeting.

Well, never say never because anything could happen, but...

A computer of some sort.
A verbal communication device such as a telephone.
A toothbrush.

I can part with them all, though I'd rather not. It's very hard to pick 3 since most of them are interwoven into my lifestyle and each other.

hhhhmmm, there isn't anything that i can think of right now. maybe my rings from beth(as long as we are together, which i can't see changing anytime). nothing else tho'. weird, i have put these rings in two answers in 5 minutes and i have never mention them at all before..................... strange.

my rainbow blanket
a ring from my dad
a photo of my child's birth

My dog - (although I know there will come a day.... *sniff*...)
My grandmothers wedding rings

I can't think of anything else that I'm that attached to, materially...
I have some things that are REALLY special, and that I would cry if they were gone...but I would live....

I can only think of one; my wedding ring.

Um... do pets count as material possessions? If so, all three would be pets. If not... my laptop, my portable DVD player, and my cell phone. I bring those three things with me everywhere. My mom's ready to kill me!

My spouse, my allergy medications, and my favorite music.

My computer, my fridge, and my clothes.

That's exactly why I kept my clothes. I wonder why no one else kept theirs?

You know, I can't think of any really. There are lots of things that I love and hope to keep with me until I die, but there's nothing that's so important or valuable that I could say this about it. I guess my pictures seem like the least replaceable, and so they're the least likely for me to ever part with willingly. And my sapphire ring has a lot of personal value, and I can't really see myself parting with that. But it wouldn't be the end of the world if I did for some reason.

Nothing really. I can't think of anything material that matters anything much to me. Material possessions are disposable. Closest thing would be my glasses/contact lenses. Pretty blind and non-functional without them.

Your spouse is a possession?

Maybe they have really nice looking bodies.

Odds are they just forgot. No offense to anyone. Even the "Beautiful People" get cold in the Winter.

That's very true.

Home, car, TV

1. Popsicle stick
2. Plastic toy soldier with his face melted off
3. Small wad of tinfoil

I'm not sure...if the boat was sinking and I could ensure that the kids and cat were safe, I'd grab our photo negatives and the kids' baby books. Passports as well, I'd guess. My husband said that I should probably put the negatives and the baby books in our office so that they wouldn't get damaged.

In terms of material possessions that I would NEVER part with, I don't know. Most stuff can be replaced. People cannot.

My grandmother's blue glass candy dish, a vehicle and a home.

My grandma's jewellery box that she got from her schoolteacher which is filled with jewellery she got when she was in China. My Latin dictionary and my Cambridge books of Latin are not going anywhere (while Wheelock can rott in hell for all I care). My Morrissey memorabilia.

> my vibrator, my hand mixer, and thats it

Extra vibrator batteries maybe?

it plugs into the wall...

I love this question. Honestly though, I can't think of any.

That's smart

I suppose we possess one another as closely as anyone can. We're coming up on our 11th anniversary and I can't imagine life without him. Do I think I own him? No.

I wouldn't be able to stay married very long dressed in nothing but a wedding ring.

> 1. Popsicle stick
> 2. Plastic toy soldier with his face melted off
> 3. Small wad of tinfoil

Funniest thing I've read in some time!

I wouldn't be able to keep my job. They have a dress code.

You could get work at a nudist colony.

Hah - been over 22 years for me, more like a wicked stepmother, enemy, sibling to fight with.

We have one in my area, but it's too far away for me to get to. I don't drive and the bus doesn't go there so I'd get fired right off for being late to work!

tarot cards, guitar, diary. - but i expect them to leave me someday.

Just recrently I had a homemade mystics charm bracelet stolen. It was like a diary of my milestone mystical events and i kept it hidden. I made the mistake of letting homeless gypsy junkies watch my house while i was on vacation.

I've got more than 3, most of it being jewelry.

My engagement ring.
My mother's engagement ring and wedding band.
Emerald ring. (which my father gave my mother the Christmas after I was born)
Gold watch. (which my father gave my mother for their 25th anniversary)
Diamond necklace. (which belonged to my paternal great-grandmother)
String of pearls. (which belonged to my paternal great-grandmother)
Ugly earrings. (I have no idea what they are made out of, all I know is they are ugly as sin. I'm the 8th generation to have them, which means a lot, even if they are ugly!)
Gold chain. (received from my father for my 15th birthday)
Silver watch. (received from James)
Diamond birthstone ring. (Received for Christmas in 1998 from my parents)

My mother's Bible.
Blanket made by my mother that I, and then my son, came home from the hospital wrapped in.

I can't think of anything right now. Never is a long time.

A piece of artwork that my son made for me when he was in kindergarten, a mug given to me by a friend who is now deceased, and a gold bracelet of my daughters from when she was a baby.

My synthesizer, my computer, and my TiVo

I keep them in a safety deposit box at my bank. I like to go there now and then to play with them!

I wouldn't be so free with that information if I were you. Valuable commodities like that need to be kept quiet!

Hmm... Do albums count as one? I'll count them as one.

Then, my box... which is just a metal lockbox filled with ever letter, card, souvenoir that I've ever gotten in my life.

And... I don't know what else.

Well, anyone looking to thieve my valuables would have to know the location of the bank and the number of my box. Otherwise they would probably wind up with a bunch of useless bonds and jewelry.

That would be a bust, you're probably right. I concede.

My jewellery, my laptop, my hair straighteners

My wedding and engagement ring and my 5 stone diamond ring. If I were starving I would give them up though.

my watch, my squishy eeyore doll, and my pillow from when I was 3

No, that was materialistic....

My photo collection, my necklace from when I was born, and my rings from my SO and my mom which I wear together.

Drugs
Alochol
sumtin else

A Radko ornament called Tuxedo Carousel because it was the first xmas ornament my husband ever bought me, My wedding ring, my eyeglasses

Your valuables quite resemble the sort of things hanging from my sorcerors diary-charm necklace. Alas, I didn't have it locked up when I let the homeless junkies watch my apartment over the holidays. I keep finding things missing, and today even found my second phone wasn't charging because some celophane of 'tar' was blocking the contacts.

You should know better than to let homeless junkies house-sit for you. They aren't known as the most trustworthy folks!

I didn't know they were junkies till afterwards. I just they were somewhat mentally disabled. The second time around, (rescuing another young woman) (who did have a history of living in mental institutions) I had the sense to watch everything and believe nothing. Still, she managed to get the $20 bill out of my wallet. She said she didn't have a drug problem or use drugs, but I retorted that no one takes such reverent meticulous care of their baking-soda. As far as I know, she's in the tomeless psychiatric shelter I dropped her off at. I also figured out i can't help much here and only succeed in negating use of my own time when I keep such folks as guests.

Of that first couple, what amazes me is that neighbor has taken back in one of the junkie couple, after setting neighborhood vigilantes out after them. He believes her that none of it was her doing. I've seen her lie already. At times, three weeks later, I still go to use things and find them missing. The wierd thing is that I let them stay two days after my return and didn't notice anything gone except my laundry coins. Just last night my neighbors vigilante network got back half a dozen bottles from my liquor cabinet that I hadn't even noticed gone (port, ouzo, etc). I had noticed the champagne missing though right away, and let it slide, imagining it went to holiday cheer, and not a resale effort (as my other bottles were found in). Just today I noticed my souvenir of the millenia, a proof liberty dollar (and my one token coin collection purcahse), was among the casualties.

As far as 'I should know better', though rationally
i should, for years I was immune to any harm in the most bizarre of circumstances. It looks like my luck may have run out in that respect though.

Sounds like you're pushing the envelope a bit. Empathy is good, but you have to establish boundaries.

I discovered today that woodworking tools are gone (recall I was working up towards making a guitar like thing). That was pretty much the last straw. It was one thing when the things they took were dilemna project materials I may have been better off without, or pure materialism, and another when tools I use on a regular basis are gone. The cosmic 'in my best interest' explanation isn't possibly valid now. Amongst my contemplations has been the justice system. Even accepting that some people are only motivated by gain and threat, these people aren't terribly concerned about going to jail, it's a rain shelter. I can't take them to small claims court and expect any enforcement in getting paid back gradually, which means more to me since i have no interest in vengeance.

I learned last night that the gal was somewhat responsible for a bad drug OD of the girlfriend of one of the neighbors friends. The last gal I had here had stabbed a guy in self defense, yet was considering moving back to that circle of friends. These people can appear normal at first glance, even after plenty of converastion. For them, I guess such life IS part of the normal equation. One thing I've noticed in this circle is that even if they wish to make amends, they do so by stealing replacements for that stolen. These people in conversation don't appear to be sociopaths at all, but that seems to be part of the ultimate behavior formula. I've been thinking of this sequence of guests (five now) as a visit to the underworld. I still can't quite put my finger on what's missing or distorted that seperates their whole consciousness or ethics while they go through the motions of being good people. I'm not sure they can be helped. I almost feel like they're some demonic force meant to do on this planet exactly what they're doing. That's not a comforting thought about the nature of the universe (or at least earth, hopefully the rest of the universe operates much differently).

Addiction makes people do desperate things. They're not bad people. They just do bad things. Consider this a lesson in the necessary boundaries of empathy. Been there, done that.

Yep, yep, except the first two weren't junkies, and the first wasnt even homeless, just on vacation (although he was just miserable, not lying & thieving). So yeah, I guess it is simply proportional to desperation. I was hoping to demonstrate that there was no need for desperation.

My CD collection, my PC (just the C Drive on it really) and Clown, my stuffed toy.

My cat is the only thing I wouldn't want to part with. Everythng else is replaceable.

dog,computer,dragon fountain