I’ve never been anywhere outside of North America. Not that I haven’t tried. One time I was scheduled to go to Sweden with the rest of my family, but my wife decided that this would be a good time to meet me and be engaged and stuff. So, I ended up being the only one from my family not to go there.
Then years later, my parents were over in Hong Kong for a mission. They invited us all to come visit and we were the first to jump on board that train. We all got our passports, spent a fort knox full of money for plane tickets and we were all ready to go. Then my mom decided that she wanted to fall off the bus, hurt her knee, and decide that they needed to come home to the states to get it fixed. Or in other words, to sabatoge my vacation. Oh and I guess we adopted my son around then too. He also sabatoged us.
As bitter as I am about not getting to go to these places, I’ve never really cared about bucket lists.
First of all, bucket lists are things you want to do before you die. Why think about dying when I have so many more couch sessions to look forward to before I die. Just decide to live instead thinking about all these “adventures”.
Second, so you are supposed to plan out the whole amount of things you want to do? I’d rather just take things day by day. Planning is the worst. Every time in my life that I’ve decided to plan things, stuff always changed. In high school, I would “plan” to ask girls out, and they wouldn’t be at their locker when I planned to do it. Or I would plan to become a copywriter at a big advertising agency and that didn’t really work out either.
I guess what I’m saying is that planning is stupid, because it never works out how you plan it. So I’m all about winging it. Except when it comes to travel. I’d rather couch it.
Here’s the thing. If I go to London some day, cool, but if I don’t, I’m good. If I go to some remote location in the world, is someone else is really going to care? If I post that I went to Zimbabwe or Easter Islands on Facebook, how many people are really going to care that I went. Maybe me and one other person. Basically posting that is rubbing it in that I went somewhere that someone else didn’t.
I just say you enjoy your time on the couch, enjoying all your regrets. Enjoy lamenting all the places you didn’t go. Save all the traveling money for a better Xbox, because it went on sale.
Besides, haven’t you ever heard that the biggest way to be unhappy is to have huge expectations and not meet them? I guess I could make up some huge ambitions, just so I could be bitter, but I’m pretty tired.
I don’t have the strength to travel. You have to go on planes which mostly suck your energy dry. They don’t even feed you anymore. You’ll probably have to find an expensive hotel that has a bed that no way in the world is as comfortable as the one you have at home. Then there is all this pressure to pack all this fun into your vacay, so you feel all the money you spent was worth it when all you really wanted to do on your vacation was sleep in (which you could have done at home).
Wanderlust all you want people. Put your fancy pictures on Facebook, and Instagram. I’ll be sitting there not caring where you went. The only pictures I will envy will be the ones of you sleeping and sitting comfortably on a couch.
What about you guys? Any wanderlust, or just couch lust like me?
Bitter Bucket Laster Ben