Ordinary Objects Support Group

Welcome to Ordinary Objects Collective.

We celebrate the heritage of things

and advocate a post-consumerist culture.

Everyone, what's the motto?

"WE ARE BASIC, BUT NOT UNREMARAKBLE."

To start us off, we will begin with morning reflections.

Who wants to begin?

Morning, um, I'm Table.

"Hello, Table."

I've been coming for a week now.

I've realized I try- I try very hard,

to bit my tongue, patiently

waiting to be valued again.

No one sees me

during meals like they use to.

Weekends are the worst.

It's not their fault, they are just busy. I'm alone.

I overheard a podcast

about 52 Blue. It's a whale

that calls at an unusual frequency of 52 hertz.

It calls & calls, but other whales

can't hear it.

I don't want to live like that, like this.

But, it's hard- rare to be your own person.

I can't take my he a r t

apart

just so others can have pieces

to resound their beat.

Guys, I want to change, starting today.

"Thank you Table."

Who is next?

What's up, I'm Toilet Paper. My friends call me TP.

"Hello TP."

So, I'm tired of taking everyone's crap.

It sucks being stepped on

and treated like I'm just disposable.

Sure I had a fame streak in 2020.

Yet, I look at Money and I know

she would never be treated so horribly.

I know- I know we don't compare

ourselves to extraordinary objects-

"sorry TP."

Thanks, guys. I think about Pagliacci the Clown Mask.

“Doctor, I’m depressed,” the mask says; life is harsh, too cruel."

"Don't worry. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight,” the stethoscope says, “Go and see him! That will make you smile.”

The man bursts into tears. “But doc,” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”

I don't need people anymore. I'm going

to change the audience I contend for.

I've taken so much,

thinking this loyalty will provide me with a family.

Butt-kissing won't get me respect.

I need to accept the honor that I deserve.

"Thank you, Toilet Paper."

Alright, our final reflection?

Hi, I'm Glasses.

"Hello, Glasses."

So, I've seen many things, beautiful moments,

people, rare artifacts, and places.

I miss it so much. I struggle

with thoughts that I'm useless

without an extraordinary existence.

Life is our defining moment.

I went to Uganda.

Do you know what was the most extraordinary

thing I saw? It was a sunset.

For some reason, that gooey golden light

was the rarest common, I have ever seen.

Figure that. Something you can see

in a backyard.

There is more to life than being unique. The most beautiful

things in life are daily wonders.

That's what matters.

I'm enough. I'm good with being ordinary

as long as I can find significance in it.

"Thank you Glasses."

Good insights. Thank you

all for sharing. So for today's meeting,

we will discuss self-compassion.

Let's open Book to volume 2, chapter 8,

p. 23. Book can you read, please?

Sure. According to Chaise Lounge, forgiveness starts with the self...