When asked, I used to tell people that the #1 thing on my bucket list was to do drugs.
Weed, if one wants to be specific.
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Having never done recreational drugs, I thought it was an amusing alternative to the oft-used and tremendously well intentioned “see the pyramids in Egypt” standard.
More so, I think I fancied myself having a natural hidden comedic talent, waiting to be uncovered by a brilliant one-liner.
Eh, you never know ’til you try.
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Anyway, spoiler alert, my bucket list humour always landed me on the wrong side of what was supposed to be a wholesome chat about conquering life’s “gaps.”
Although … It did lead me to my only contribution to the philosophical question about that felled tree in the forest.
Mine goes something like: When a joke isn’t funny, can it still be considered a joke?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’m sticking to my day job.
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In full disclosure, I have never had, and still do not have, a single care in the world for recreational drugs.
Or any other drug for that matter.
I mean, if we’re being totally honest here? Taking two aspirin freaks me out.
So, doing drugs had a relatively short shelf life in bucket list conversations that seem to be more suited for unicorns and rainbows.
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But between you, me and this post?
I do think smoking weed is a very funny addition to put on a public-facing life goal list.
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Of course I have things that I’d like to see myself accomplish.
But my bar tilts slightly, and I will always like my path better than yours.
Also I view rules as suggestions, and achievable wishes of my own making.
My bucket list is no exception.
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My wishes are very much a part of me.
They are the Simple.
They are Subtle.
They are delivered Unexpectedly.
Oh, if I may say so about me and them … The are Underrated.
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Below are my tops. They switch places and change from time to time. That is, all except for the moose. The moose below, remains on the loose.
Okay, maybe the baguette is going to require some planning.
Happy Sunday.