i was telling my best friend over lunch that my life would be much easier if people realized just how boring i am. i don’t “do” anything. i get up, go to work, come home, surf or write, read a book, and go to bed.
then i get up, go to work, come home, surf or write, read a book and go to bed.
that’s all i do. occassionally, when i am lucky, i might babysit. sometimes, if i’m really lucky, i’ll go out to dinner with my family. soon i’ll have the extra excitement of bowling season.
so on mondays and fridays i’ll get up, go to work, go to the bowling alley, come home, surf or write, read a book and go to bed. that will surely break up the monotony that is jodi.
is that a life? do i need a life? and if so, where and how does one go about getting one?
Sure, it’s a life. If it’s the life you want, who’s to say it’s not enough of one? The phrase, “Get a life.” bugs me to death. Who is anyone else to judge what your life is? We’re all breathing and existing and doing what we can to survive. That’s life. If we’re unfulfilled, we can do something about it by getting involved in stuff. Find a cause, a passion, a hobby (surfing is a valid hobby too, as is crochet, billiards, linux and just about anything that won’t get you thrown in the clink). SO, Jodi, you’ve got a life.
I tend to agree with kevin. A “life” is what you make it, what works for you. If you are happy with it, fine. If you are not, you always have the choice to change it so that it is the “life” you want. Happiness comes from within, it cannot come from without.
ditto the other comments, plus don’t let anyone tell you that what you like and what you make into your life isn’t a life. If it makes you happy, that is all that matters.
In the words of Mark Hollis (Formerly of Talk Talk):
“Life’s What You Make It”
Baby, life’s what you make it
Can’t escape it
Baby, yesterday’s favourite
Don’t you hate it
Baby, life’s what you make it
Don’t backdate it
Baby, Don’t try to shade it
Beauty is naked
Baby, life’s what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday’s faded
Nothing can change it
Life’s what you make it
Maybe, just maybe, we’re all right about you.
You forgot to mention that you get on here and talk about yourself. Sometimes it’s mundane, sometimes it’s funny and sometimes it creates a yawning pit of sorrow and sadness inside your readers’ stomachs. But it always shows true courage of spirit. You may not think of it as conventional bravery, but there are thousands of people who lack the very gift you’ve taken for granted.
It’s that bravery that keeps people coming back and posting, even when they swear they won’t. It’s that bravery that allows you to fall in love. It’s that bravery that will make “The One” fall in love with you.
You are capable of being loved, liked and admired. You have the RIGHT to be loved, liked and admired.
You are Jodi.
I agree with everyone here. I loathe that “Get a life” garbage.
I live in Manhattan, and when I tell people what I do with my time — which NEVER involves “clubbing” and other “nightlife” and absolutely NOTHING like what is depicted on “Sex and the City”, all of which I absolutely despise — invariably they say, “But you live in New York!”
Yeah? And your point is? I should go out and hang out with a bunch of poseur loseurs rather than stay in and do what I want to do, the way I want to do it? No thanks.
I love my life. It’s mine. All mine. I live only by my rules and on my terms.