Time for another post. What shall I write about? I've nothing to complain about, nor anything to be passionate about. It's Friday and my weekend. Right now I have the Friday morning syndrome of idle body and idle mind. If I don't want the devil to win, I should publish this post, just as it has turned out, rather than abandoning it.
This morning, I catch myself with the "what if" pattern of thinking:
What if I had taken up arts instead of science to graduate in at college?
What if I were born in Antarctica, where I'd be one amongst less than 1,000 people?
What if I were a hermaphrodite? Which gender prison would I get sent to if I committed a crime?
What if I had intelligence enough to challenge, if not beat, the jurists, mathematicians and scientists of this world?
What if I had one hundred million dollars to spend?
What if I had taken up another profession?
What if I were able to control my laughter when tickled?
Why do these questions crop up? Is it the devil's mind at work again on a lazy Friday morning? Or is it mid-life crisis? As soon I became aware that the latter much abhorred-by-many factor might have something to do with the feelings, I immediately took an online quiz to check on it and the results showed - and I'm not at all surprised - that I suffer only 1% of the so called crisis. It said:
"It's very unlikely that you're experiencing a midlife crisis. You're content with your life and the direction it's taken, and you've accepted the choices you've made. You can discuss your future calmly and without any regrets for the past, and you maintain a positive outlook on aging."
So I'll presume I am enjoying life 99%. Boy, it did make me feel glad I am going in the right direction! That is if online quizzes are to be trusted. But then again, I don't need an online quiz to give me a boost. I can vouch for it with the way I feel about myself. I know, in general, I am still passionate about living and also, for a fact, that am feeling ultra lazy on this Friday morning.
I am not like that "type" of a woman who, at one stage in her life, feels she should rebel against time and believe in the urgent need to run to a fat-cropping doctor to have a figure like Kate Moss, or take up belly dancing to compete with Shakira, or some such unnecessary dare-devil activities to establish that the hips don’t need to be replaced, or buy a fur coat to provide evidence of the capability of affording it, or a plastic surgeon for Penelope Cruz looks, or to have an affair with a squash instructor to prove she is still desirable. No.
As for me, I am certain am swaying around with my life with the grace of a ballerina. I dance around uncertainties and pirouette around problems and very much feel in control with the choreography of my life.
If lazing on a weekend is part of enjoying life, go ahead and enjoy it to your heart's content. Have a great weekend folks.