Bucket List

I have a friend that posed a question today on facebook. She asked what is on your/my bucket list. Pretty good question, but it seems to me that it is a rather personal question. I’m not even sure I would want to share my bucket list with my wife. I don’t have a bucket list honey, but if I did I would tell you…really!

I suppose there are things that I would like to accomplish before I die, but not one of them involves risking death or dismemberment. I have no desire to leap off of a bridge or a cliff with an over sized elastic band tied to my feet, trusting that the guy measured the length of the elastic properly. My idea of a leap of faith is that there might just be an all knowing, all seeing being watching over us. I’m not 100% on that one either.

 

I guess that there are mountains that would be fine to climb, if you happened to be a goat and that was the only place there was food. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XafAdkZIYKA

I would more than likely end up like the goat in the clip. I suppose that there are mountains and then there are MOUNTAINS. I can deal with smallish mountains like the one in the centre of Montreal, or some of them around Banff, but anything that requires sherpas or oxygen just seems a tad extreme for me. You go ahead though.

 

Some people want to go on a safari in Africa. The way I see it, yes it is a beautiful place with lots of wild animals and wonderful people but I can camp in Canada and see the same thing and not have flies walking all over my face. I am assuming that the reason you see people with flies walking on their faces is that they have given up trying to brush the flies away. That means there are so fucking many bugs it is just acceptable or they are too exhausted to do anything about it. That can go on your bucket list.

 

I guess that I am just not adventurous in the least. I am quite content to stay where I am and explore the tiny world around me. I know with an attitude like this, the universe is lining up all of its powers to drag me to places that I don’t want to go to. I will go and have a good time, but I won’t willingly go.

The only thing about a bucket list that would interest me is if I were on someone’s bucket list. I would be more than willing to visit with this person for hours and sign my name for him or her. I would be honoured of course, but also more than a little scared. What kind of mind would want to see me before they die? Do they plan on dying while they are with me? Is it possible that I am to be an honour guard for them in Hell? On second thought, I don’t really want to be on anyone’s bucket list.

I am reading a book called “Super Mind” and it says that lists are bad. By making a list you are telling your brain that it is forgetful, so really if you make a bucket list you are just setting yourself up to forget what you really want to do before you die. I’m putting making a bucket list on my list, so I don’t have to have a bucket list. I think…