romanticising the unattainable
I'm eager to leave, as usual, but I just had a thought that I wanted to set down and even solicit comments from the reading gallery (there's a reading gallery?!) ...
For years now I've wanted to be a trucker. I'm sure many people would laugh at that, including my stepmother, who always has negative things to say about truckers, I suppose because they do tend to be a rather loutish breed. Driving around North America, all alone, in the dead of night, trying to find the best ways to get from one place to another in the shortest possible time, stopping at random places to eat sub-par food, souping up my vehicle's sound system with my own money .. this sounds like a type of paradise to me, almost. Of course, I'll never be a driver of any kind, nor will I ever possess a driver's license .. and if I did, it's entirely possible that the idea of being a trucker would cease to be appealing. Then again, perhaps it's the calling I was truly meant for! Who the hell knows! The point is, I'm probably romanticising the lifestyle terribly, because it's something I'll never get close to and so it's like the Dark Continent of the imagination.
What do the members of the reading gallery treat in a similar vein? DO you romanticise a culture you'll never be a part of, a lifestyle, place .. something completely different?
For years now I've wanted to be a trucker. I'm sure many people would laugh at that, including my stepmother, who always has negative things to say about truckers, I suppose because they do tend to be a rather loutish breed. Driving around North America, all alone, in the dead of night, trying to find the best ways to get from one place to another in the shortest possible time, stopping at random places to eat sub-par food, souping up my vehicle's sound system with my own money .. this sounds like a type of paradise to me, almost. Of course, I'll never be a driver of any kind, nor will I ever possess a driver's license .. and if I did, it's entirely possible that the idea of being a trucker would cease to be appealing. Then again, perhaps it's the calling I was truly meant for! Who the hell knows! The point is, I'm probably romanticising the lifestyle terribly, because it's something I'll never get close to and so it's like the Dark Continent of the imagination.
What do the members of the reading gallery treat in a similar vein? DO you romanticise a culture you'll never be a part of, a lifestyle, place .. something completely different?