Ha! Very good, Rose! Funnily enough, I bought a book yesterday on just this subject. It's basically advising people of the pitfalls that go with the things often recommended on such lists, and in a very humorous way: going on a retreat, taking a cruise, buying a second home, keeping bees, and much more, and it's a very funny read. The title is "The F**kit! List" - which is what I've always called it myself, lol. XX
I don't have a bucket list, I've never even thought about what a bucket list might entail. Some of those things people aspire to sicken me, smoke a Cuban cigar? Fuck off. But I know I do have a mental list floating around in my head of things that I simply should get a move on and do before I can't do them, and I can't shake it. It starts with 'Go visit all those places that you come from but where you've never been ... Shanghai, where your mother was born, Johannesburg, where your father grew up, Ho Chi Minh city, where your grandfather is buried. I haven't even ever managed to visit my granny's grave and that's in Tunbridge Wells. I'm not sure I even literally want to do these things, though I am ashamed that I haven't yet. Sometimes thinking about things is better than doing them.
I renamed my bucket list “Where Dreams Go To Die”. Basically, everything on there is something I will never be able to afford without winning the lottery, or I’m no longer physically capable of doing it. But occasionally I like to look at it and dream it’s all possible.
However I don't mind the term passed or pass on, to describe death. I don't think it's avoidant. Some people prefer it, and I'll use it too sometimes. To me it symbolises the soul's journey. Passing into the realm of the ancestors.
Great rant. Fuckit rhymes with Bucket, as Len has pointed out. Never liked the term myself - I did a TEFL class about it once and we all agreed that we should be open to new experiences as they naturally occur, not control and plan them. And fuck the commercialisation of it, and the grizzly origins of the term.
Well said. I am focusing on cherishing my sweet, everyday life. Cheering you on.
Good to hear...
Ha! Very good, Rose! Funnily enough, I bought a book yesterday on just this subject. It's basically advising people of the pitfalls that go with the things often recommended on such lists, and in a very humorous way: going on a retreat, taking a cruise, buying a second home, keeping bees, and much more, and it's a very funny read. The title is "The F**kit! List" - which is what I've always called it myself, lol. XX
Well I'm glad you've found the humour!!
I don't have a bucket list, I've never even thought about what a bucket list might entail. Some of those things people aspire to sicken me, smoke a Cuban cigar? Fuck off. But I know I do have a mental list floating around in my head of things that I simply should get a move on and do before I can't do them, and I can't shake it. It starts with 'Go visit all those places that you come from but where you've never been ... Shanghai, where your mother was born, Johannesburg, where your father grew up, Ho Chi Minh city, where your grandfather is buried. I haven't even ever managed to visit my granny's grave and that's in Tunbridge Wells. I'm not sure I even literally want to do these things, though I am ashamed that I haven't yet. Sometimes thinking about things is better than doing them.
Ah I see most of yours are grave visits... I guess that's okay. It's not a Cuban cigar...
Quite agree, Myself I have a Fuckit List, getting quite long now.
Also with a Bucket list you either complete it then you have to die; or you don't and die unsatisfied.
I renamed my bucket list “Where Dreams Go To Die”. Basically, everything on there is something I will never be able to afford without winning the lottery, or I’m no longer physically capable of doing it. But occasionally I like to look at it and dream it’s all possible.
Hear hear! It makes me cringe, too, though I’ve haven’t been able to articulate why. You’ve nailed it.
I've never been a fan of the bucket list either.
However I don't mind the term passed or pass on, to describe death. I don't think it's avoidant. Some people prefer it, and I'll use it too sometimes. To me it symbolises the soul's journey. Passing into the realm of the ancestors.
Great rant. Fuckit rhymes with Bucket, as Len has pointed out. Never liked the term myself - I did a TEFL class about it once and we all agreed that we should be open to new experiences as they naturally occur, not control and plan them. And fuck the commercialisation of it, and the grizzly origins of the term.