On living the boring life

on living the boring life
Sometimes I feel my life must seem utterly boring compared to everyone else’s. Especially when the highlight of my day is walking home from the pub and realising my gloves are the same colour as the speed bumps. On an average weekday, I get up, go to work, go to the supermarket, come home, spend the evening reading, writing or crafting. It’s not that I’m unhappy with this; and I’m not even bored with it, that’s the crazy thing. I just worry that I’m somehow missing out on something.
Reading blogs has brought this on. Reading blogs by people who live in cities or near cities, or indeed nowhere near cities but near other places in general. When I read about people going to gigs, to the theatre, to sports events, to shows, to fancy restaurants (or even to Burger King!), to other towns or cities for the day, I tend to think, wow, they can just go and do that!
When I go on holiday to civillisation, even if its only for a few days, I need to pack as much as possible into that time. For instance, a trip to Glasgow, which is nearly 300 miles away, inevitably involves a football match, a gig, a visit to some touristy thing or another, a Japanese restaurant every night (and yes, at least one trip to Burger King), and a visit to any exhibition or show or vaguely interesting thing that isn’t too expensive and might be worth a look.
In my mind, if I lived in Glasgow or indeed any other populated place, that’s what life would be like. Endless sushi and gigs and blog posts about all the cool things I’m doing every night. Except it wouldn’t be. It would still be me, getting up, going to work, going to the supermarket…repeat, repeat, repeat. And then it occurs to me that people who could, in theory, do all these things every day, don’t. They don’t live on holiday.
It’s easy to forget that everyone lives a mundane life on some level. When I’m in these places, I’m on holiday. I have all day, plus a budget, to do all these super-cool things. If I lived and worked there, I would still do them, but not at such a fast-packed, intense speed. I would still be the same person with the same interests, except I’d be wondering if life would be more interesting if I lived on the far north of Scotland and took up surfing, fishing, sailing, hill-walking and bird watching, and wouldn’t have a commute to work and could get away with forgetting to lock the front door, and would be an hours drive from arguably some of the most stunning scenery in Britain.
I guess its all about what we want out of life. I enjoy the life I live and I like where I live. If I didn’t, I could change it. But life is never perfect and there’s always something we think we’re going to be missing out on. It’s about learning how to fill that gap and make life more rounded. For me, the way to do that is with those activity-filled city breaks that are an awesome antidote to the relatively quiet life I lead on a day-to-day basis. And if nothing else, the majority of ‘cool things to do’ up here are either free or dirt cheap. So at least we always have plenty money left over for those wild trips away.
Does reading about other people’s lives ever make you feel you’re missing out on something? Do you spend your holidays doing something that is the complete polar opposite of your everyday life? (In fact, is that the actual point of holidays?)

10 thoughts on “On living the boring life

  1. I would have taken that exact same photo.

    Ooh, this set off loads of thoughts in my head. Let's see…

    I'm definitely a city girl. I need to be walking distance to at least one good cinema and on a train line to everywhere my friends live. I could live with one decent pub which did food nearby, but Steve likes to visit different restaurants. And, even when we go on holiday, it's to cities because I'm fascinated by the architecture and, eh, Steve wants to visit a different restaurant every meal time.

    That said, what I like about our new flat is that it's in a quiet part of town – all I can hear right now is the wind; no traffic. And now that we're a 30 minute walk into town, we're not making as much use of the pubs and restaurants and venues as we used to; we have to plan cinema trips ahead of time instead of nipping next door to watch a film.

    And I do enjoy visiting my mum and sister in the middle of nowhere. I know I don't want to move back there, but it's nice to get away somewhere properly rural now and then.

    I don't know where I'm going with this. Just putting down the things which popped into my head…

  2. Love the photo and think its quite cool that your gloves match the speed bumps:-) Remember it's all those little things that make up the big things!

    Funny, because i'm guessing that there are people who read your blog who are envious of the life you lead. I think it is so cool that you are near the sea, that you get to live in a fairly remote place in Scotland, that you can escape the business of life in cities and town, when i am stuck in endless traffic it definitely is appealing!

    Like you say, even when people do live near major places, some of them never do any of these things as it is. The last time i managed to drag my other half to London, which is an hour on the train, was a few years ago, despite how close it is to us and how many great things there are to do.

    I grew up in a remote area in Yorkshire, where my mum didn't drive and there were only a few buses a day to nearby cities which weren't very near at all. Mcdonalds was where you went when it was your birthday. I knew i could never stay living in a place like that and needed to be nearer to more life and energy and so it suits me to live near the cities and feel i can organise fun things to do. But do you know, sometimes i enjoy thinking about what mundane things i can do on my days off. When i read other peoples blogs, it makes me remember to make more time to just enjoy being at home and appreciating all the small and mundane things that make life feel normal.xx

  3. This post basically describes my life right now. YES. I feel boring all the time and it's definitely exacerbated by people living in cities who post on social media/blogs all the time about all the interesting stuff they are doing. I just have to try and remind myself that people aren't doing these things all the time (as you said) and that I do things too but I just don't bother telling everyone about them. Also, I love coming from work for a night blogging/watching tv or something else that would be considered boring, so I just remind myself that as long as I'm happy then I can continue!

  4. Totally relate to this (even though I live in a city). I always think, "oh if I lived in London/Manchester/Leeds/other bigger and more interesting city I'd have lots of exciting plans this weekend, but I live in Leicester so I have no choice but to stay in bed reading all day", when actually, if I lived anywhere else, I'd still be a homebody, I'd just feel guilty all the time about the cool things I was missing out on by staying in my pyjamas for a whole weekend (ahem, not that I do that)

  5. Ha ha, I don't feel so weird now! 🙂

    I think you have quite a good balance – if I lived in a city I'd quite like somewhere quiet and not too close to the city centre.

  6. Yeah I thought it was cool too!

    That's true – in the grand scheme of things I do live somewhere unique and as there isn't much employment it isn't somewhere that people can just move to on a whim. And there are a lot of advantages (no traffic jams is definitely one of them!). There are obvious advantages to cities too, I suppose it depends on our individual values in life, and what matters the most.

  7. Exactly! It should be all about happiness and not comparing ourselves to others, but I do have a bad habit of doing that. I don't often write posts about 'what I do' and I do wonder if that's what makes me seem boring to myself. I look back over my blog and I don't appear to have 'done' anything in ages, but I know I have.

  8. I guess that living in a small city would evoke a similar feeling. Those big cities seem to have all the fun! But yeah, I think I'd be more inclined to feel guilty for lazing about if I lived in a place where there was a lot going on. At least living here I don't feel guilty if I stay in my pyjamas for a whole weekend (not that I do that either, of course…)

  9. I live on a beautiful rainforesty island and … can't remember the last time I went to a beach or for a hike. It's weird, people's natures are what they are, you can't really change it.

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