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?)