A neighbour spilled red nail polish all over the front door to our apartment block a few weeks ago. I walked out to see her furiously attempting to scrub it off with water. After suggesting she try nail polish remover instead (!!), we talked about whether the Body Corporate would be responsible for fixing it or if she might have to pay.
I’d never, ever, ever in a million, trillion years want to work for a Body Corporate. Fixing the most mundane annoyances about everyday lives of people you have never met and liasing with plumbers and builders about buildings you have never been to would totally suck. But the absolute worst part of it would be working with Body Corporate Presidents. You know… that annoying person in every apartment block who creates signs like “Close the door softly please” and sets up spreadsheets for people to nominate when they’d like to use the communal areas. They’re usually called Margaret or Bruce and have nothing better to do but notice who it was who folded the box into the recycling bin instead of breaking it into little pieces (me!).
But someone’s gotta do it.
Cos a life without Body Corporate would be awful. Messy. Argumentative. Annoying. Someone has to spend their 9-5 working day dealing with other people’s little annoyances and retired, self-appointed Body Corporate Presidents.
Which brings me to my beef with the pop psychology of everyone ‘just doing what they love’. If you extrapolated that out to the entire population, we wouldn’t have a Body Corporate. Cos nobody loves working for a Body Corporate so no one would do it.
I’m very open for arguments on this one but my pragmatic, pessimistic side says: some people in this life get to do what they love. Hopefully they also get to make money from it. Everyone else gets to make a living and enjoy stuff outside of the daily 9-5 grind. Everyone should strive to be one of those people who get to do what they love but let’s not diminish the value of people who do jobs they hate cos they can’t get money any other way. They keep my front doorstep red nail polish free.Read More
“What do you do? What have you done?”
“I’ve travelled. I’ve loved. I’ve worked.”
That’s it pretty much. We work, we love, we experience. I feel like I’ve had a disdain of regular life preached at me every weekend.
Am reading “White Teeth” by Zadie Smith:
“For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling sea-water to retrieve the salt – something is gained but something is lost.”
I don’t miss god or even the idea of a loving, safe, supreme being. I do miss the sense of eternal purpose. The idea that there is something more; some mystical mission and riddle we are all here to solve with a big happy ending. It was like living in the ultimate Game; discover my “mission” from god and work out how to accomplish it! “What will he say to me at the end of my life when I’m standing before his big gold throne? He will be so proud of all the amazing things I’ve done…” And off you go, on a mission to save the world, armed with holy spirits to help you do miracles and Super Baddy Satan on your heels always trying to take you, the Strong Brave Warrior, down.
So yeah forgive me if Im totally over the conversations around love and work and house buying and even travel. So what? Everyone I look at has the same story, is experiencing the same thing; and for what? To die. To be forgotten. You are the person your life decisions impact and you will die anyway. So will anyone you’ve helped or changed or impacted along the way.
It’s all been done before. King Solomon said “meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.”
I know Christians will see this as ‘longing for eternity” and evidence of “god working on my heart”. It’s not. I would be missing a mystical candy land with flying monkeys and chocolate rivers if I’d grown up being told it was true. Most people I know don’t have this feeling. My theory is that it’s because they were never taught to expect more, so can be satisfied with life as it is, without the need for an elaborate fictitious romantic back story to the experiences of every day life. Maybe I’ll start playing World of Warcraft.Read More
I talk to myself in the car.
All. The. Time.
Not ‘Hey Clair, how was your day” type thing. When it looks like I’m talking to myself I’m actually having an imaginary interaction with another person. These are the best types of conversations; 100% in control.
In one of these non-conversations to a friend who was feeling a bit lost in life, I began idealistically soliloquizing (as you can do when you don’t have an actual audience) about just letting the expectations of parents and society go, throwing caution to the wind and just doing what you want; “Climb Mountains! Eat Good Food! Fall in Love!”
…hmm, that’s good!
And so it became the mantra for my 1000 Days of Summer travel experience. Here’s what it means to me:
Literally and figurately. I want to climb Mt Kilimanjaro at some point but it’s primarily about Challenge! Doing things that scare me, going outside the norm, accomplishing something. Round the World Skills has some of these ideas.
Eat Good Food
Good food can be sitting on a milk crate out the back of a Philippines takeaway stall (can also be really bad food just FYI!) or a 10 course degustation meal in France. This is about new tastes, smells, sights and sounds and exposing my physical senses to all the amazing things the world has to offer.
Fall in Love
To lose myself; eyes wide, heart beating, breathing deeply in love. Not just with boys (although that would be fun!) but with people, places and moments. I want heightened sensation. I want to appreciate life and experience the full range of human emotions.Read More