There was a rule in our house about movies: you could only rent or buy movies you hadn’t seen. Renting or buying movie you’d already seen was a wanton waste of money, precious resource that it was, stupid.
So, what happened? Nothing but the inevitable: we watched the rented movies that we liked as much as possible before returning them (ostensibly forever; never to see them again), and we bought a lot of movies we only watched maybe once, maybe twice.
There is a sense here of wasting time as well as money. Yet, my parents remained firm. If you saw something once you never needed to see it again, did you? It’s been spent, over and done with. Rent or buy.
(There was no room here – no accounting for taste).
It was like they wanted to eat their cake and have it too, but also not have it to eat it.
Actually, it feels like it was a kind of test, which we failed, miserably.
Or maybe not.
Maybe we surpassed all expectation, if only because there was really no accounting for taste, no reason for or against it.
Waste not, want not.