Don’t Do Anything Precipitous
I don’t know what is wrong with me lately. I have a real itch to do something rash. You know, something like leaving work in the middle of the afternoon without a word to anyone, driving to the airport, and catching a plane to somewhere interesting. Paris. Morocco. Venial. Sure, my entire life would come crashing down, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun.
At times like these, I try to remember something my father told me. “Son, don’t go and do anything precipitous.”
Instead, I find myself indulging smaller, more manageable urges: buying a copy of Orlando by Virginia Woolf and having a fruit tart and café au lait for lunch. It’s nice, but it doesn’t address my itch to roam. Like can be hard for a trice cursed homeowner.
The quiet work of steady responsibility has its own rewards: routine, comfort, and a deeply abiding sense of safety. Still, it’s a real burden too.
I think I need an exit strategy. I think I need to indulge in some well-earned irresponsibility before I’m too old to enjoy it. Give me a year and there is no telling what I’ll be doing. I rather like the idea.
Remember, the end is always near.
At times like these, I try to remember something my father told me. “Son, don’t go and do anything precipitous.”
Instead, I find myself indulging smaller, more manageable urges: buying a copy of Orlando by Virginia Woolf and having a fruit tart and café au lait for lunch. It’s nice, but it doesn’t address my itch to roam. Like can be hard for a trice cursed homeowner.
The quiet work of steady responsibility has its own rewards: routine, comfort, and a deeply abiding sense of safety. Still, it’s a real burden too.
I think I need an exit strategy. I think I need to indulge in some well-earned irresponsibility before I’m too old to enjoy it. Give me a year and there is no telling what I’ll be doing. I rather like the idea.
Remember, the end is always near.
Labels: miscellaneous non-house, woe
posted by John | 9:51 AM
5 Comments:
run away for a cheap weekend...i have used this site (but double check the hotels...): www.site59.com
Come to Dayton and help me line my chimneys!
have you ever thought of creating a tarot deck? maybe its time for more than just death?
I am pro-rashness. In fact, come to think about it, my whole life has been rash. My motto is this: Live your life at risk.
ILU, thanks. Cool site.
Gary, be careful. You might get what you ask for. On the other hand, it might be fun.
Anonymous, actually I have. Back in college my wife and I started one but never finished it. These little yellow bastard would probably make a fun deck, but I suspect that they'd be liars. I suppose I could to the major cards and frame them. It's an idea anyhow.
Maryam, bravo!
Unfortunately, there are at least two of me. A rash John and a pointlessly responsible one; I've had the most fun (at the time) when the rash one wins out. Now, if I could just let the rash one win out, it would be epic (and messy).
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