Because I choose not to.
You’ve been galavanting again. When are you going to join the real world and get a real job like the rest of us real people? You are getting a bit old for this and you are going to have to think about your future soon. Nomadic degenerate.
It’s an interesting argument. Why don’t I get a real job? Define a real job. By the definition that is implied, it is something appropriate and respectable that helps to secure one’s future in view of a comfortable retirement. However, the question, why don’t you get a real job is accusingly asked to anyone who does not stay static or have a pension plan. Thus if you are happily self employed as an artist or creative, it is not a real job. If you move every few months and have no base, you do not have a real life. If you do anything but stay here and be respectable, you are not a real person.
If you do not follow this advice, you are a lesser human being. You do not contribute to society and you are putting the strain onto others while you enjoy yourself. How do you expect to have any choice in the future if you don’t plan for it? How can you possibly hope for people to respect you?
I chose a skill, chose a school, chose a career path, and chose how my life might be in the real world. I followed the rules. Then I chose not to follow that path, not to choose a mortgage with fixed-interest repayments, not to choose a big TV, not to choose what hobbies I had at the weekend, and not to choose which channel I watched until one day in my retirement, I could go out and live in the world with my cruises and pre-packaged holiday tours.
For several years, I have moved every few months. I have not had a home base and when someone asks me where I live, I say right here in this moment. I prefer to say that I am homeless, but one has to ‘respect’ one’s audience. It disturbs many people to use the H word. People have negative connotations associated with this word and to use it in open conversation is taboo. The word actually means not having a fixed abode. I have no fixed abode. At times, I simply live where I lay my head at night. As for contributing, I work when I need to and I pay taxes wherever I am.
But how can I expect people to respect me?
I don’t. As a kid, I was terrified of everything, most of all people. It became so bad that rather than doing or saying anything that might seem out of place, I chose not to do or say anything at all so that people wouldn’t ridicule me. Life was somewhat frustrating. Now I simply do what I wish. I do not expect you to respect me. Do not expect me to respect you for following orders and adhering to rules. Whatever it is in life that you can have an opinion about, know this; your perspective is relative. If you stand in the other person’s flip-flops, you would see things differently. I am a vegetarian and I have been since I was seven years old by my own choice. I think vegetarianism is a correct choice in life and I think more of people who adhere to it. However, I can see why you might choose to eat meat and I would not be so bold as to force my opinion upon you or to imply that you are a lesser person for eating meat. We live and we must let live. I respect your opinion. Respect mine.
Your real life with your real job is not worse than my unreal life with my lack of a real job. Nor is it better. It is different. You choose a path to walk and you follow it. I do not choose a path to follow and I am walking all over the field. I’m crushing the daisies but I’m mixing with the field mice. Your path does not have to be predefined. You can choose to do whatever it is that you want to do. You simply have to be a little bit brave. To jump.
Sometimes our best laid plans don’t work out. Nor do our hopes and dreams. See this not as failure, but as an opportunity to learn. The human mind is incredibly adaptable. Think of all the setbacks that we suffer in life and then wonder with amazement at how we manage to drag ourselves out of sleep each morning and have the will to carry on. It’s because our minds engulf the world around us and shape us to fit our environment.
It’s OK to fail. It isn’t the end of the world.
Things in my life have gone wrong. Innumerably more have gone right. I don’t need scales to check this. I can simply accept it, and carry on. Why don’t I get a real job? I choose not to.
I choose not to choose and to wander through the field and to see wherever it is that life takes me. At times, I will stay in one place, I will work, I will do all the things that you request of me. It might just not be clear until after I have done them.
Where am I going? Forwards. To play with the field mice.
This post forms part of the ongoing series: Why Don’t You Get a Real Job?