thoughts on stuff

i (that is, me, Vilde, seventeen from Oslo, Norway, but currently living in Nelson, New Zealand) love (not the profound kind; only a casual i-like-this-a-little-more-than-other-stuff(i reaslise "stuff" is such an ambigious word, but i kind of like it, because it is so easy to hate, for being, as aforementioned, so ambigious. maybe "vauge" is a better word for it? (a better word for "stuff", as in defining it, that is)) stuff(but i already mentioned that, didn't i? or did i only explain how i like it by linguistic terms, and not how i like stuff, as in "stuff"? not the semantics, but the abstract meaning of it. because who can say they actually know what stuff really is? even though you might claim you do, because when using the word "stuff" you refer to something. You have a certain idea of what "stuff" includes, but still, in the abstract meaning of it, you can never really (i'm only speculating and maybe, just maybe, approaching this trivial topic philosophically) know what you are talking about, when talking about "stuff". Which means that i'm actually, right now, in this very moment of writing, not sure what i'm refering to or writing about. i don't really know what i love by saying "i love stuff", and therefore, based on that statement only, how can i know if i love anything? or everything? (except for the linguistics of the word "stuff", ofcourse, because i, as you might already have noticed and reacted to with aversion, wrote that i, and i quote, "i kind of like it")