This weekend my wife and I had an hour or so to ourselves (ie no kids!) and we found ourselves sitting in a coffee shop watching the world go by. While there I overheard the barista telling a customer all about some friend of a friend who got this job with a web site design company and how he was sent off to live in Aspen, Colorado, and how he got to go skiing every weekend and how his life was one big party... I got to pondering, isn't it funny how it's always someone else who gets to live the dream life? I don't mean someone other than me*, but rather how it's always a friend of a friend, or a cousin's second cousin, or an aunt's step-father's daughter's son... Does anyone really know one of these people? Do they really exist, or are they some kind of collective urban myth created subconsciously to assuage feelings of shortcomings in our own lives?
More importantly, why wasn't the barista making my latte rather than carrying on about some mythical skiing party dude?
* I actually think I am living the dream life - a wonderful wife, two great kids (and a third on the way!), good friends, a job I love. What more could I want?
3 comments:
well, apparently you want the Nobel Prize, too.
:o)
I vote the latte....I've seen you waiting for that first coffee.....not a pretty sight!
It was considerably more than 30 seconds - 45 at least! And my piratical brother is quite right - making me wait too long for that first coffee is kind of like smearing honey all over your body then walking into a bear cage... Just ask my wife.
Milo, I think I feel a blog coming on about whether or not I want the Nobel prize...
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