Bucket Lists
I don't have a bucket list. And I wish people would stop asking me if I do... Recently I appeared on a podcast to discuss it. Of course the host asked me what is on my bucket list. For once, I didn't offer a raft of invectives. I simply said I didn't have one. But here's what I really think: the bucket list has blandified adventure. And that is a sin in my book. A Bucket of Salt Water Joseph Edward Southall (1861-1944) Photo Credit: Manchester Art Gallery [CC BY-NC-ND] A bucket list reminds me in a horrible way of a consumer-led wedding list. And I never got married. Deliberately. It's not that I don't have loads of non-commodified, non-cuteified ideas for stuff I'd like to do - yes to another local dance; yes to gallivanting with my grandson and son. I'm a bit of an old hippy travel snob, so yes please to Senegal and Algiers, but you can keep Machu Picchu and soaring above the Grand Canyon in a helicopter. My interests are not part of an intentional...