a mash-up of rest & >deception
I’ve convinced myself that I like to travel. But sometimes I feel like that it just might be a bit of self-delusion and maybe a little white lie within which I’m living.
See, as I write this I’m kinda babysitting. It’s not really babysitting, but kinda-sorta babysitting. My nephew is hanging out at our house, just him and I actually, as all the girls went off to a Broadway-style show at the local theatre for the afternoon. Thus, we’re spending a perfectly nice Sunday playing video games… or, at least, he’s playing while I’m writing yet another half-distracted daily essay from nearby on the couch.
I asked him if he’d rather go out: we could play in the snow, or drive somewhere, or even go for ice cream or something. But, no. He wants to hang out on the couch and play video games all afternoon.
Of course, the simple, single-minded interests of children don’t necessarily mirror the more complex curiosities of adults. However, sometimes those simple attitudes to similar situations say a lot more about the fundamental truths of how we all really feel; Kids rarely mince words and deceive themselves into liking things they don’t really like.
If kids don’t like something, they don’t do it… unless someone makes them.
If adults don’t like something, they simply try harder to pretend they do like it and then they do that thing until they get used to it and actually convince themselves that the feeling is genuine admiration.
See the difference?
So, back to the topic: Sometimes I think that I’ve convinced myself that I like to travel. I spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on hotels and travel costs, tickets and restaurant bills. I extract myself from my life for a week or two of distraction and so-called rest. And then I get wherever it was that I happened to be going on that particular vacation, sometimes forcing myself to relax and enjoy it, and then often (in the quieter moments) yearning to be back home… just sitting on my couch playing video games.
This leads me to wonder, enjoying a perfectly quiet afternoon playing video games with my nephew: Would we all rather just sit on the couch? And is there anything wrong with that?