Categories: just-life
Date: 21 January 2005 15:30:36
As I'm away for the computers this weekend (ok, every weekend) I shall leave a fun rambly note to finish the first week of this blog. And to bring me back to my Si-Fi roots I saw no harm in stealing the suggestion of the Great Question from one of the greatest books on this planet (if they taught this in Enligish I might have continued with the subject!!).
Now, for those of you unfortunate not to have read the Great Book (known as the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - a triolgy in five parts) will not have come across the 'Great Question'. The answer of which is 42 and has something to do with life, the universe and everything..... if only we knew what it was!!!
There have been many suggested anwers... 'how many roads does a man have to walk down'...... 'nine times seven'..... but the general princible behind the idea of a Great Question is what interests me. It's genreally asking, 'What's it all about?? I mean, really, when you get down to it...??'
[I should point out that I'm listening to Meatloaf at the mo, so feeling fairly operatic.... what can I say, I have a flare for the dramatic!!!]
I've found that it can be very interesting asking different people this question. The sad ones are those who have thought of this and come up with an answer. The very sad ones have thought about this and come up with an answer that makes them seem good.
For instance, if asked 'what is the most important thing to you??' what would you answer?? Your parents?? Your gf/bf/husband/wife?? These are the sort of answers that you'd expect.... then you have those that answer imediatly, "my relationship with God." Without a second thought...... that is their answer.
Now I'm a religious man, but despite that fact I wouldn't (couldn't) say that my relationship with God is the most important thing to me (maybe I should, but if I'm being honest, it isn't). In my case it's my friends. I would happilly go through fire and brimestone for them, come out the otherside with cigar in my mouth (fire's useful for lighting it) and say "I love it when a plan comes together!"
Then I might go ouch a bit when I realise that the smell isn't the cigar but my hair on fire.... but you get the idea. There's a great little saying that I saw once in an email: "A friend will help you move house, a true friend would help you move a body." This is prefectly true...... though personally I might try to pursuade them to give themselves in......
But where was I...... ah yes.... Life.
One of the things that I've never been able to understand are those people that have a definate idea of what they want to do. Over the course of life, their time in Uni, general experiences, etc, their idea might change somewhat (even dramatically) but it's the fact that they have an idea of what they want to do. People see mto be there getting on with life and I sit here and wonder how.....?? How do they know what they are doing??
Being only in my mid-twenties I do still have friends who, like me, are still in university, however, there is now a very large proportion of them who are out in the real world, houses, morgages, marriages, kids, careers (a combination of) while those still in uni at least seem to know what they are planning to do.
Out of all my friends I can think of only one who, like me, has no idea what she wants to do, and like me is doing her second degree because she doesn't know. Unlike me she's picked a degree that isn't in her major Bsc and leads into a certain job..... assuming that she still wants to do that when she finishes!!!
So, here I am, sitting, typing at the computer with no idea with what I want to do with my life. I know that they say that the world is your oyster, but I'm not the world's biggest fan of seafood and the things that I like to do aren't really things in which you get paid to do. Not unless you're a lot better at them than I am!!
Of course, you could then ask, well, do you want to stay here?? Certainly at the moment I have no ties so there's nothing that holding me here (well, apart from friends and family) and so the world really is my dirtbox. (I remember playing with plastic soldiers in the dirt, making trenches and the like) but where to go??
[another small note, anyone who askes "what would you like to do?" will feel the wrath of..... just the wrath for not picking up on the whole 'I don't know' that's been pervaying through this essay (??)]
Of course, this is all starting to sound far to depressing, and if there's anything that an optimist like myself (hey!! Stop laughing, I am!!!!) it's finishing sounding all doom and gloomy. Whether I am or not. It's just not cricket!! Especailly as the sixteenth word of the blog was 'fun' I shall have to try and cheer this up a bit!!
And when I think of something, I shall put it in........
***** PLEASE HOLD *****
Well, I'm pleased to say that this week I've found two fanfiction stories that were worthy of reading..... not only that, but one of them was based around a chess game!!! Written by someone who actually seemed to have an idea about how a game of chess works, which is always a nice surprise!!
There's just something about a nice game of chess that can just relax the mind. though it depends on who you play. I hate playing people for the first time, simply cause I don't know how hard I'm going to have to think about the game.
On the other hand, there is nothing greater than settling down opposite someone whom you know you're going to get a good game out of. Take LR for instance. Even though I know that his general knowledge means that he should beat me, in our six games he's one just the one (with two draws and three wins to me), but they have been brillient games all. Even though I think it must really wind him up that I do all my thinking while he does. So he'll sit there for a few minutes, carefully considering his move. Head in his hands, make his move and then I, almost flipently inside 20 seconds make my reply...... setting him off to his next few minutes thinking session..... Thing is, I do have to think quite hard while playing him.....
On the other hand, my other great chess playing rival, EJ, I could beat easily, but I prefer to play, cause I don't have to think as hard, and subsequently I often have closer encounters because I haven't been paying as close attention as I should!!! But that is my own fault!!!
Now, with the happiness that is chess and the end of my CD (U2) I shall head home now to get ready for work.... me wonders if the Jehova Wittnesses will be round tomorrow morning!!!