Well, it has been an extremely busy few days with work, rest and play! Three mid week tennis matches, cooked dinner for friends on Thursday, out for dinner Friday (too much red wine - well two glasses!), Herts League 'Championship decider' ladies doubles match on Saturday, followed by a team evening, Thorpe Park (theme park, but a heap of overrated crap if you have been to Disneyland) on Sunday and a manic day of meetings on Monday including a County Exec Meeting followed by a Council Meeting that went on until 9.30pm last night!
So, pretty wiped out and today has been an email frenzy - but would much rather have a heap of work than none at all, so can't complain.
The reason for this post, just the one on all the above, is attitude and motivation. It has struck me over the last week how different people are and what motivates them throughout life. I mean, I look at the people sat around the table last night for the Council Meeting - all of varying ages from 45 up to around 80, yes 80!
What motivates them to turn up once every 6 weeks? I started wondering what each individuals motivation for being there was; a genuine volunteer whose heart was in the right place, kudos of being a councillor, loneliness, nothing better to do, personal satisfaction? And then I wondered if I would ever be one of those people, on a committee, saying my bit, telling everyone how great it was in the good old days and generally causing grief for the young executives!
I do hope not, however I know I probably will and I will want to be the chairman! Not so I can boss everyone around (although that does appeal) but so I could have a go at all those who were there for the wrong reasons. I suppose I could do that now, but I have a mortgage to pay!
Just watching the people at Thorpe Park, you see the young - carefree, selfish, oblivious to everyone around them and then the old - tired, disolushioned, puzzled that they have been talked into coming to this shithole (and paying for it!) and there is nothing in between, just young and old!
The dining experience of Friday night - tapas and red wine, lovely, but after two glasses I was pretty tipsy and stopped drinking immediately - why? Because I knew I would have a headache the next day if I continued - when did I become so sensible and cautios?
When do we change? At what age do we morph into fossils and become so bitter? Why do we become so negative and hate everything about change and progression? I am motivated, yes, I am adaptable and welcome change, but there are signs that occasionally I am beginning to tut at the latest piece of technology, the lack of education in children's cartoons, the price of utility bills, it goes on...
So, it seems that we are all destined to become older and wiser but bitter and cynical with it - however, it would have been nice to get a letter or even an email just to let you know you had officially reached this stage!
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
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I think we all reach a stage in life where we become slightly bitter and disillusioned - I believe most people call it maturity and wisdom.
ReplyDeleteI have noticed now that I have begun to tut at certain things - my particular dislike is quick engagements and people spouting love after an amount of time where I would quite confidently say I have had longer relationships with bars of chocolate. Whereas once I would have said it was sweet - now I find it more than mildly irritating!
I used to love all things Disney - I own pretty much every decent disney film ever made and for a time I even wanted to get married in front of the castle. I loved it because in Disney it always ends well. It is a fantasy escape that I turned to when things werent going my way.
These days, however, Disney and I have fallen out. I no longer watch Disney films because I can no longer believe in them. Disney, in my opinion, misses out the real ending. Five minutes after the 'and they all lived happil ever after' comes the inevitable bus, cancer, heart attack, divorce and further inevitable misery.
Not a single person on this planet lives happily ever after. Thats just life. Knowing that you will wake up with a headache in the morning and therefore not drinking is just sensible - not boring. Life makes us 'bitter and cynical'. But we're not really. We're realistic. and each of those young people will grow up to realise that, and its a lot more painful than realising that Santa doesn't exist when you realise that Disney isn;t real either!