What me worry?

"People talk about the meaning of life; there is no meaning of life--there are lots of meanings of different lives, and you must decide what you want your own to be." -- Joseph Campbell

My favourite question of all time is – How long is a piece of string? I also like “Can I join you?” Why? Am I falling apart? Or "Can I have a word?” Sure, I’m not using plethora at the moment. Yes, I can be a smarty pants.

The question that annoys me most – other than “when are you going to find a man?” Is one lost? – is “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Crap. I don’t know. I find this an inane question to ask. Yes, I know why people ask it. It’s to see where your ambitions lie, are you going to get married and pregnant and piss the company off with maternity leave or do you plan to do a runner as soon as a better job comes along? I have no ambitions when it comes to work other than to get paid. That’s a big God no to marriage and pregnancy. And hell yes, I am going to do a runner at the first opportunity. When I get asked this question I have a standard response that has worked well for years. Essentially it means nothing but it has always got me the job I was after. I say -“I don’t believe in restricting myself to a rigid plan as things change and I believe in being adaptable to those changes.” Which means I have not got a clue. But people like it so I keep it as part of my repertoire.

I don’t plan things. I tend to fly by the seat of my pants. I don’t make lists and I don’t keep a diary. I would like to say that my mind is so incredibly powerful that I can remember all the important appointments, etc, that I have to attend but that would be a load of crap. I can only remember trivia, past slights and plans for revenge. I am a Scorpio - say no more. When I go grocery shopping I know three things. I will buy carrots, chocolate and champagne. I wing rest. I plan nothing. How the hell am I supposed to know what I will be doing in five years from now? I expect I will be five years older, I will most likely be dyeing my hair an even brighter shade of intense red and I would like to be filthy rich and traveling the world. That’s the best I can do at this stage.

I am not a worrier. Stuff happens. What’s the point of worrying? Fix it or make up a fantastic lie to cover your arse and move on. Life is too short to worry. If I stuff something up that I cannot creatively hide I look the boss in the eye and say I stuffed up. What’s he going to do? Shoot me? I have a family member who worries every time they go away on holidays that something will happen to their house. I don’t. My house been standing for a long time without me and I expect it will be able to cope if I am not home. If it can’t then that’s why I have insurance.

We all know there are just some things we can do stuff all about. Take my friend – let’s call her Priscilla. She got bad news today. Something she worked so hard on fell through. It wasn’t her fault and it was beyond her control. What can you do about it other than to stamp your feet and swear? Yeah you can worry about what people will think about you and your credibility but in the long run what other people think is irrelevant. As for credibility, confident people are always credible. Priscilla is smart enough to swear colourfully and move on. I know she will do better anyway. May we all be as smart.

Have you checked out www.kkirch.blogspot.com for the latest in the epic saga of love, lust and teeth? No? Well wander over and have a squiz. Anny is interviewing two great authors on www.annycook.blogspot.com. Sandra tells me she will have a fascinating blog on http://sandracox.blogspot.com and as always wise Molly tells it like it is in the heartland of America on www.mjdaniels.blogspot.com.

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