Daily Prompt – Calling Uncle Bob

Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?

Surprisingly, I can’t recall being put in any situation like this. I stopped relying on other people a very, very long time ago, because I learnt at a rather young age that if you Strike that, I recall something.
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30 July – The Best Decade

What has been your best decade thus far: Your teens? Your twenties? Your thirties or forties or beyond?

 

I would probably say my twenties. It was without a doubt the decade that forced me to grow the most. It was also the decade that taught me quite a lot and provided a number of experiences both positive and negative, but experiences that I needed to have in order to grow and mature as a person.

As a result I feel that having those kind of experiences in my early twenties has given me more ‘life experience’ than some of the others who are around my age. Especially those who spent their twenties living with their parents, I find them to be quite ‘sheltered’ in terms of certain aspects of life and adulthood, because they haven’t had to endure the same kind of trials and hardships you do when you move out of home and strive to be independent.

But who’s to say that my thirties won’t turn out to be better – I can use everything that I learnt in my twenties and apply it to my thirties to avoid as much bullshit and drama as possible and just focus on myself rather than all the other dramas going on around me.

So let’s revisit this in another 9 years hehehe.

Mar 27: Solo Traveller

Have you ever taken a trip by yourself? Do you prefer to travel with people or alone?

I have taken trips by myself, but they’ve only ever been interstate, so I guess it doesn’t really count. Most of the time I’ve always stayed with relatives, or when I was in my last couple of years of high school, I’d travel to Sydney and stay at my uncle’s hotel – I guess that’s really only been the closest I’ve ever gotten to a trip by myself.

I’ve always travelled with others – primarily, Hulk. There’s something enjoyable about travelling with other people, even if it’s just your partner. Unfortunately, we’ve never actually taken a holiday together, but I do wish we could find a small chunk of time to get away together and actually have a proper HOLIDAY, rather than just travelling for work. I’m sick of travelling overseas for work. I want so badly to travel overseas for recreation. I want us to have a holiday somewhere… ANYWHERE!!

It can even be great travelling with a few people… but I think that it’s also very testing on your limits and your friendship. Being confined to small spaces with a few people 24/7 can (and has) pushed me to breaking point, and I’ve needed to just breakaway and have some solo-time, just to be by myself, and not have to deal with who wants to do what, and waiting for other people to get back to the hotel because there’s only one or two keys between 4 people. Nope. Sorry. Not doing that again.

I do often think about the possibility of travelling by myself somewhere. I don’t actually know where or when, but I know that I’d like to do so at some point in my life. All I know is that I’d most definitely prefer it to involve a tropical island somewhere… bring on the clear blue tropical water and sparkling white sand!!

Mar 26: Alone But Not Lonely

Do you enjoy being alone? What do you do when you’re by yourself?

Dear Hulk, If you ever read this, please don’t be offended or take what I’m about to say personally… xx

I love being alone.

Well, in the right context. I have always been quite independent, ever since I was a little kid. From an early age, I learnt that it’s true what they say – the only person you can truly depend on is yourself. As a result, when I got a bit older and began travelling interstate by myself, I realised that I didn’t need to depend on anybody. All I needed was myself, and that was fine. It wasn’t until I moved out of home, moved interstate, and found myself living in a share house that I realised just how much I enjoyed being alone.

I was responsible to nobody else, except me. If I wanted to just come home after work and eat a whole tub of ice-cream… I could. If I wanted to come home after work and just go straight to bed and sleep for 12hrs – I could. If I wanted to take a day off to see a couple of movies, I’d do it on a Tuesday because it was ‘Tight-Arse Tuesday’ and all tickets were $9 – so I’d end up seeing something like 4 movies back-to-back. If I wanted to spend a Sunday doing nothing but sleeping, then I would. If I woke up one morning and wanted to go on an adventure, then I’d just do it. I had nobody to consider; nobody to consult with. I was a free-agent and could do whatever I wanted. It was a good time. But in saying that, I did also get quite lonely. Yes, I had a small close-knit circle of friends to fall back on when I wanted somebody to hang out with… but I had a good balance of company and solitude.

Just recently, I was away on a work trip, and found myself feeling quite lonely at night time because I missed having Hulk around… but at the same time, there were some quiet moments that I truly enjoyed being by myself. Swimming in the ocean at 7am when there isn’t a single person on the beach was truly an exhilarating experience. Granted, the water was incredibly cold (hence why it was completely deserted), but there was just something about that moment that I truly loved. Being able to experience that was something that I would never have done had it not been for the fact that I was away at the coast, and only because a few other colleagues had been discussing it the night prior.

I didn’t care. I just enjoyed being in the ocean. It’s been so long since I had been in the ocean, and it’s an experience that I miss quite a lot, and an experience that I have craved for a considerable amount of time.

Standing in icy water, armpit deep in the water on an empty beach, watching the sun begin to rise is something that I’m actually quite glad that I got to experience by myself. I didn’t have to share it with anybody else. It’s an experience and a memory that was, and forever will be, just mine.

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Temporary solitude amongst the icy waters of Torquay Beach

When I got back to the hotel, I had quite a long hot shower (to defrost myself) and sat outside on the balcony in my oversized fluffy robe, watching the sun continue to rise, and listening to the echo of the waves crashing on the shore in the distance… and I realised that I could happily wake up to this every single day. I actually began to think that I would like to come back here at some point, purely just to focus on doing some serious writing… like working on a novel or something equally creative.

…however, to stay at that resort would cost an absolute fortune, and I simply couldn’t justify that sort of luxurious indulgence.

Feb 18: Life Influences

What has had more influence on your life perspective: your upbringing or your experiences?

Without actually thinking about it, I would have said that they’re both as important as each other. However, upon further reflection, I realised that I’ve grown and matured a lot more from my experiences in life, than I would have based merely on my upbringing. Don’t get me wrong, I think by comparison, I had a great upbringing – my parents, (well, my mother at least) was always very open and supportive. Both my parents instilled a great sense of manners, which nowadays seems to almost be non-existent because everybody is more aboutme, me, me!!

But my upbringing, as much as it molded and shaped me, simply couldn’t prepare me for the life I’ve had since I moved out of home. I’ve experienced things that have been great; things that have been not so great; things that I am ashamed to admit and will take to the grave; things that have given me great life lessons.

I kind of compare them to academics. Take law for example – you can spend years and years at university studying the legal system, but all that knowledge is not going to really help much when you’re thrown into a court room and have to lead a large trial. The knowledge (upbringing) becomes secondary to the experience. I also think that being pushed out of your comfort zone and finding yourself in ‘the deep end’.

Having to find your feet by yourself, without anybody else to fall back on is one of the fastest ways you will ever learn about yourself. It will allow you to discover what your limits are, how resilient you are, and what you’re truly capable of when times are tough. I think that it’s something that everybody should go through, rather than thinking that life is going to hand you everything on a silver platter – IM LOOKING AT YOU, MILLENNIAL’S!!

Day 19 – Accomplishment

What accomplishment are you most proud of?

Thinking back over the years, I really can’t identify any significant achievement I’ve made; goal I’ve reached; award I’ve won that stands out on it’s own. And I haven’t had children, so I can’t be one of those people who harp on about ‘oh the greatest gift I could give to the world is my GREATEST achievement, and that’s my darling children, who just so amazing and talented and good looking – they really do make the world a better place by just existing’.

You know, those people. Ugh.

For me, I would probably say one of the best things I’ve ever achieved was moving out of home when I was 19. Being the ‘sheltered’ country kid moving to the big city and starting a completely new chapter of my life, is probably one of the best things that I have ever done. Social media has allowed me to see what other people I went to school with are doing… and so many of them are still living back in my hometown.

Married.

Kids.  

Grossly overweight.

It’s as though they just accepted whatever life threw at them; as though there wasn’t any desire to go off and explore, or be independent in their lives whatsoever. They are the people who settled. They make me feel quite glad that I got out of there. At the same time it’s a bit saddening that they just accepted that lifestyle, regardless of whether it was warranted or not. 

Daily Prompt: Come Fly with Me

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

I’m not entirely sure where it began, but ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been quite independent. I recall that during my childhood,  I was always out doing something. Down the park with some of the other kids in the town that I grew up in, or over a friends place. Curfew was sunset. Unless I was staying over for dinner. Back then we lived in this tiny little town with about 100 people in the town. I only had twenty-something kinds in my primary school which was K-6, so when I say I grew up country, I mean I FUCKING GREW UP COUNTRY, like C O U N T R Y ! ! ! ! 

We’re talking, country as in, everybody else lived out on farms. 70%+ of the families that lived in the town were all related.

…I’ll just leave you to think about that last bit for a little bit. 

I don’t want to say that they were the kissing cousins kind of people… but… oh wait, no, that’s EXACTLY what I’m saying.

Maybe I should start this again??

Hi, when I was a kid, we lived in a tiny country town that was full of inbred rednecks. A town where if you were a boy, you played football, and if you were a girl, you played netball. If you played neither, there was something wrong with you.

Wow. Okay, so this could quite EASILY turn into a major therapy series of blog posts… but we’ll save that for later. Maybe next month I’ll start my own daily post challenge – 30 days explaining why my childhood lead to me being so damaged? *lol*

what the fuck am I meant to be writing about again?? Oh yes, travel. Right, where was I going with this…?? That’s right…

My sense of independence… Yes, so, as a kid I was always out and about. Over at a friends place; down at the dam catching yabbies; riding around the dirt hills at the tip on our BMX’s… then that progressed to going on longer rides… I wonder where that dirt road goes?? I remember one ride I went on led me down all these dirt roads and paddock lanes until I arrived at a sealed road, and for a good 5 minutes, didn’t actually know where I was. Also, this was before we had mobile phones, so I couldn’t exactly call somebody and say ‘Oh hi, mum. Um, listen, I’m somewhere where I don’t know where I am. Can you pick me up?’

Nope. Sorry.

Turns out I was three-quarters of the way to the next town. Sigh. I was tired and exhausted, and now, I had to ride home. 

This was gonna take a while.

In high-school I had a couple of moments where I would think, ‘fuck this. I can’t do this right now’ (meaning school… meaning being bullied) So I’d pack a bag, call a relative in Sydney and tell them I’m catching the midnight train, and I’ll be at their place for breakfast. Then I’d spend my time heading off to do dance classes around the place and forget about all the turmoil awaiting me when I return home.

Up until 2012, I’d never left the country. The most distant place I’d travelled to was Brisbane. Then last year Hulk and I went to New Zealand. He’d never travelled overseas either, so it was a first for us. An exciting adventure, which actually turned out to be somewhat of an anti-climax. Although we travelled to NZ, we only stayed in Auckland and didn’t actually travel.

This year we did the exact same thing. Yes, it was another trip to NZ, but no adventure. Unfortunately it was full of drama, and politics, and it actually kind of ruined the fun of going to NZ for me. It’s just a shame that the people who all-but destroyed my spirit over there were all people that I know.

Thanks guys, you pack of shunts.

And guess what, there’s talk of another trip over there in a couple of months, but ideally, we’d like to head over to Fiji, or the Cook Islands or something like that. Somewhere nice and realxing… white sand, crystal clear ocean… paradise… and then on the way home, go via AKL again. Fingers crossed it’s another soul-destroying experience. *lol* Too many selfish, childish frenemies.

 

 

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