Everything is meta

Someone with a greater knowledge of philosophy can explain this better than I, but ah, oh well. I believe this issue spurred from me not doing or owning anything. I'd go on these weird rabbit holes about the various types of existences of objects. I'd look at a taxidermy fox plush and I'd think, why not befriend a real fox? I was well aware of the hurdles of befriending a real fox versus merely owning a stuffed one, but anyhow. I lost the appreciation for many things, primarily art, because where people were being inspired I saw imitation. I could not fathom owning the taxidermied animal when you could go out and live out the experience of being near an actual fox. It got to a point where I didn't even want to befriend the fox, but become it.