Have recently decided to be better, mostly by dieting better, being diligent with running, and studying more. But I have quite a few bucket list items that I want to achieve. Usually, peoples' goals are pretty focused on one or two things, but I want to master lots of stuff. Here's my (work-in-progress) list: -Get a paid standup comedy gig -Win a professional boxing fight -Record a 70's-style rock song I'm proud of (hopefully like AC/DC or Judas Priest) -Become a Fire Captain -Become a traditionally published author -Become a HS football head coach -Visit many countries I feel as if these are all realistically attainable. A few, I'm working on now. Others well have to wait a few years (one even after retirement). But nothing that I think I can't do.
There's lots of things I'd like to do, but bucket list worthy? Nothing, really. I've had a good life.
Wow, I've thought about it, and I've ticked off a helluva lot of boxes, especially the stupid stuff. To go: Win a hundred million dollars, and spend the rest of my life figuring out how to spend it wisely. Fire an M-134. Fly an A-10 and fire the 30mm Vulcan. Invent the Mag-Moeba prototype. Clean the garage (If you saw my garage, you'd understand). Replace my spine. See Lava (and live). Fly a helicopter (over lava would be double-plus cool). Clean the garage (If you saw my garage, you'd understand why I listed it again). See my grandchild smile. Move my computer lab to the garage. Build a stupidly fast go-kart-like projectile. Build a few of my other ideas. Oh yeah, write two books! What else? We'll see...
I've got some goals, some not really "bucket list," but hey, they're still goals. Be a New York Times bestselling author My side job (writing being my main thing) will hopefully be playing the guitar I'm getting soon and singing. Y'know, be a street performer. Finally turn 18 (just over two years left!) Live on my own/with significant other Do some more cosplays Visit Japan and have fluent conversations in Japanese with the people there (this is a BIG one)
on my "shit to do before i die" list: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kill something write a novel own more than 2 cats eat surströmming become good at throwing cards visit "Cat Island" regain my spanish skills visit 'merica ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ half of these i will not complete
I was going to talk the walk but instead...in the low light Matty lifted the oxygen mask from @Dapper's sallow cheek. He lifted @Dapper's fragile body down along the ward corridor. Behind him @Buck, @Chuck, @Fuckem cradled the jam jars held in their hands. The bath was not deep but it was cold. Chuck stepped forward and emptied his jar over the porcelain edge, the jar marked Indian. Buck too stepped ahead, he winked at the boys before tipping Southern under the taps. Matty dropped @Dapper with a final splash, his final wish, the body surf would have to do...WIP Draft that up for Cancer News or Homeopath something..
Springfield, Oregon. To see Eugene, Oregon while staying in Springfield, Oregon. I saw a house for sale tonight in Springfield, Oregon on D Street and I liked its proximity to Main Street. Could see Portland too if I was staying or living in Springfield, Oregon. Spoiler Looks like The Simpsons, https://www.zillow.com/homes/for_sale/Springfield-OR/pmf,pf_pt/48451805_zpid/7223_rid/globalrelevanceex_sort/44.364114,-122.389756,43.814711,-123.260422_rect/9_zm/ Figure I'd get the same car as my first car (but American) and drive it from PA or NJ to this house in Oregon https://www.autotrader.com/cars-for-sale/vehicledetails.xhtml?listingId=501926880&zip=19090&referrer=/cars-for-sale/searchresults.xhtml?zip=19090&sortBy=relevance&vehicleStyleCodes=CONVERT&incremental=all&firstRecord=0&marketExtension=off&makeCodeList=VOLKS&searchRadius=200&transmissionCodes=MAN&numRecords=25&vehicleStyleCodes=CONVERT&firstRecord=0&makeCodeList=VOLKS&searchRadius=200&makeCode1=VOLKS&modelCode1=VOLKSCAB&clickType=listing I'd have fun doing that too, this is a fun car to drive.
Revisiting this thread, it's kinda depressing. Every time I find something I like a lot, I get obsessed with it, and really think that that is the one thing I want to do with the rest of my life. Most recently, it's been nursing. And I do like it. But, as of late, there have been so many other things I want to accomplish. I don't want to just be a nurse, or just be an accountant. I want to be a good nurse, a hell of an accountant, a music artist, a boxer, etc. It's not that I can't find anything I like, it's that I simply love so many things. Kinda depressing, honestly. Maybe it's because I'm very suggestible. I dunno. I mean, I am very suggestible, but that's not why I want to do these things. I want to do these things because I live for epic moments. Moments that only a handful of people will ever experience. And I want to be in that handful of people.
Fire an M-29. With a live round, naturally. But seriously, I'd like to get something published and get paid for it. Don't care if it's $10 for a flash piece or whatever a new author gets for a novel, I'd just like to say that I am, under the old Olympic definition that screwed over Jim Thorpe, no longer an amateur. I'd like to see Istanbul again. Very little when I think about it.
Not Constantinople? I'd like to die, so I can cross that off my bucket list. Under the circumstances, though, I have a feeling someone else would have to cross it off for me.
The more things I take out of my bucket, the more I realize what a burden it is to carry around a bucket. There's really very little that I seriously want anymore, and I mean that in a good way. It's been good to go places and dig into my hidden heart, but no longer necessary, I guess. I wouldn't mind a hot-air balloon ride or visiting Greenland. Mostly though, at this moment, I just want to survive this pandemic and get back to the life I took for granted for so long.
Honestly, not sure I could handle wanting less. I mean, the things I want aren't big houses, fancy cars, or nice steak dinners. The only thing I ever really splurge on is fast food. Rather, I want, more than anything, to be successful. And I don't define that as getting really good at one thing, and ignoring everything else. I want to be successful in multiple endeavors, and live a life that is full. And the thing is, outside of maybe my rock singer ambitions, I really believe I can do all of these things (and even with that, I think, once I have money for lessons, I can improve enough to be happy with it). I think that's what's so frustrating for me. I have all of these big goals that I know I can accomplish with tons of hard work, but it feels so overwhelming, especially as I age, and those become less and less likely to actually happen.
1There was a clip on the internet where the stud piled three women on top of each other all writhing naked in oils and he got to business and I'm certain with practice I'd be in the zone for that endeavour dont tell my wife. 2 Bombing New Zealand with a volunteer crew unloading trash from 30 000 feet once a week but it has to be New Zealand. Trash from anywhere, some kind of contract. 3 Surviving another couple of months in the marina on this yacht if the owner never returns it's mine, I just keep a low profile only shitting at night probably sail in the late summer.
Mine aren't all that interesting. Publish the novel I'm working on. Publish the collection of poems and short stories that have been cluttering up my hard drives from computer to computer for nearly 30 years. Write for Doctor Who. Actually, this one should be first, all things considered. Go scuba diving. Learn to play piano. Learn to play acoustic guitar. Learn to sing. Learn the 8 different languages I've been wanting to learn for years now. Yep, pretty tame, me.
