I was once having a drink with ‘the girls’ at work and one elderly woman (who’d lost her only daughter, been dumped by her husband, and brain-damaged in an accident) dropped the following remark into the conversation:
“Oh, I don’t matter, I’m nothing.”
And she was serious. That’s just about the saddest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.
When I’m god, I’m going to take a few minutes out of my busy day (smiting people, giving Ke$ha a full beard, and fitting evil dictators up with Mickey Mouse ears) to hug people like that and say ‘I’m god, and you matter a lot to ME’. Of course, I could do it now…but that would be embarrassing.
I’ll also hand out a lot of awards, like ‘The St Sebastian Award for dodging slings and arrows, the St Augustine Award for thinking a lot about sinfulness while sinning your arse off, and the St Francis Award for being sweet to animals including those big hairy spiders that sit on your wall and eat bugs.
And talking of awards, Iamnotshe has given me ANOTHER one – which I’m proudly going to stick up on my wall – thankyou again, Iamnotshe, for liking my stuff! – and pass on to five people in the blogging sphere who I think are just great.
1. My best friend Captain Savage, the manliest man ever to write an occasional blog post (which includes a hilarious and frightening video of a guy throwing a rock into a washing machine).
2. Lonely Girl Travels, who bravely travels where no single woman went before,writes funny things about it and takes good sunset pictures.
3. DO I really wanna blog? It’s a good question and about time someone asked it. 40ish Aussie mum with a devilishly handsome husband, about life and stuff (and wine).
4. The Beggars Blog. Lots of porcupines in trees. Why? I don’t know but they look sweet (probably someone sadistic put them up there.)
Fingers Crossed. Every woman has the exact love life she wants, says Fingers Crossed, and she has a point.
On a different note, if I could lie around all day bonking, eating cinnamon toast and reading novels would I be fulfilled? Yes!!!!
I mean no! – it would feel ….pointless. It would be like being given a nobel prize for nothing (like Barack Obama). I would be lying there thinking, what’s the catch? Because life, to feel properly lived, has to have a price tag on it, even if you only put it there yourself. The ‘price’ isn’t necessarily money, it’s a measure of your value as a person – and my value as a person is, I can write (well, anyway, I can spell, usually!).
The fact that I have created something in words, whether anyone reads it or not, means that my life has a VALUE beyond the endless series of ups and downs, momentary pleasures and frustrations, and parade of ditzy men. Current price tag – $3.99 or an output of words to that value – what’s yours?
Anyway like it or hate it, nobody is going to do anything about it (life, that is) but you. There is NO fairy godmother, Cinderella. You either stay in the cellar cleaning up the peas like a good girl, or you get yourself to that ball and ROCK.
But then again, maybe there is a point – proving to yourself that you really are SOMEBODY. Because if you’re oogly-woogly worm, life certainly can seem pointless (no matter how much sex you’re having).