Yesterday I wrote about how I still feel the twinges of desire to acquire things, but mostly I quash them. I withstand my desire for the new and shiny things and the promise (lies!) of a perfect life. I can be an anti consumer, or at the very less a low level consumer
However, one thing I seem to buy hook line and sinker from media is the ‘happy’ myth. Or more precisely, the soap opera of constantly interesting story lines.
There is no soap opera in going to work every day, and sitting at a desk most of the time getting work done.
Well, there is no soap opera about engineers. Think about that – doctors, nurses, CSI tech, lawyers, Australiam librarians, politicans – yes to all the above. Engineers – not so much. The Australian film “3 Dollars” he’s an engineer who loses his job. Gloomy.
I seem to wish and want my life to have interest. To have a good story, at any moment to tell. That perfect tale to tell when someone asks ‘what’s been happening’ who I saw only a week ago. Put another way, I seem to want a certain level of drama in my life. Some complication, some struggle. Those who know me well enough, are honest enough to tell me, my life IS like a soap opera. Alas, I think (and hope) that’s perhaps not come across in my blog posts?
But it’s a myth, just like the right clothes will improve your self esteem or the right cupboard will solve your clutter problem. Both those myths I know the truth about! But the constant drama, the swings and roundabouts of life, I always want just the right sprinkling. I do not like to be bored.
That being said, sometimes, I get to the end of the dramatic act, and I think ‘Woowa, why did I want into that scene? Why didn’t I just reject that story line?’
It only just dawned on me the other day when a friend said to me “Life isn’t like a TV show”. He’s right. I know advertising isn’t real life. But I need to learn that a scripted life is not real life. For one, they never show them going to the toliet. That always used to puzzle me as a child!