I don’t get this idea of a Bucket List. It misses the point of life which is best described as “living.”
I don’t want to spend my limited time in the here-and-now seeking physical thrills or trying to outdo other humans in a never ending quest for the top thrill of my life.
I’m very comfortable dodging the vicissitudes and participating in the thrills of everyday life. For instance:
Driving on 4-6 lane roads without getting sideswiped or run off the road by drivers who do not want to go where you’re going but still want to beat you there.
Matching wits with service people whose sole (maybe soul?) purpose is to provide no service for maximum fees.
Keeping the medical establishment’s killing-me-softly-and-slowly machine away from my cave door.
Trying to figure out what the hell my various insurance policies actually insure other than ensuring an income stream for insurance companies.
Wondering about daily reports of extreme weather events & how many million people they may effect.
And, this does not even scratch the surface of our latest “public sport”: shoot the cop, the citizen, the kids, wives, girlfriends, partners or random passersby.
Nor does it cover the possibility of being beheaded, kidnapped for ransom, or run off the road because you have somehow insulted the basic human integrity of the person who happened to be driving next to you on that given day when you passed, honked your horn, or got too close in order to read the 35 bumper stickers on his car declaring who and what he is for, or who and what he is against.
I have concluded, therefore, a Bucket List is the creation of those folks who cannot see the thrills that come with day-to-day living.
So, you may ask yourself, “What does Huss have if he doesn’t have a Bucket List?”
And the answer is … I have created my very own “F%&k-It-List.”
This is serious business. My F-I-L is used whenever I get the feeling that my life is not exciting … enough.
It’s really simple. Each time I have an urge to do something that represents a challenge to my dwindled testosterone, I write it on a piece of paper and throw it into my personal F%&k-It-List.
I also measure my successes in life in tangible ways.
With every piece of paper I throw into my F-I-L, I calculate the money I have not spent, estimate the time I have not wasted, and thank the “List Gods” for the death wishes I have not fulfilled.
As a result, I enjoy huge amounts of success.
I encourage all of you to seriously and vigorously pursue your own F%&k-It-List.
Think of the money, time, and angst you’ll save.
Think of how much happier you might be.