Ever notice how that craving for a semblance of normalcy in one's life is usually just a sense of attachment to the mundane? I wonder why that is.
Sorry. I wasn't really thinking about providing you with any answers. But I do sympathize with you. I sometimes wish the norm was an eventful life. Sadly, I know I wouldn't really be able to handle such a life for very long really.
I mean, think about it. Let's say I wanted to lead the normal life of someone like, for example, James Bond. That's right, thats agent 007 of Her Majesty's secret service. A normal day in his life involves; visiting the offices of the secret service, flirting with the secretary, meeting with his boss and being briefed on a new task for which the only possible start is pumping information out of an attractive, delectable, but almost sad and forlorn beauty with deep, dark secrets. Then it would probably involve being chased by hired killers, before turning the tables on them and chasing them down for more information about where this is all going to, before realizing that the plan of the enemy is world domination after complete destruction of life as we know it. Time for some tea in the afternoon, before picking out the best gadgets devised by the cloak and dagger people, and getting into some nice suits for an evening reception, and then a night caper involving sex, violence, death, explosions, stopping the bad guy, and then kissing his speed boat driver lady as the rescue helicopters converge on the scene.
I forgot to mention the chain smoking that would be a requisite for me to look cool as the Bond.
See? It's all in a day's work for El Bond. But if I was 007, hell I'd be dead from exhaustion. And that would be just one day. One day in the life of this fictional man, a very eventful day notwithstanding, would be too much for ordinary souls like me. All that smoking, drinking, banging, pumping, and looking good doing it all, would crush my ticker in no time. I'd much rather dream of getting my clustering algorithm to work just right. And stop dreaming up schemes for my wife of few months to leave me out of reason of insanity - my insanity that is.
Of course, there's a good reason why an eventful day for me usually means something equally mundane and "Yeah, whatever" like! That's coz I don't have the stomach for the eventful really. I do have the stomach to realize this: that while it's the mundane that mostly helps me make it from one day to the next, its the anticipation of the eventful that helps me stay alive.
