I love anti lists. I actually wrote an anti-list at the beginning of this year. Had a glance over it and yep, I’m on track. I haven’t done any of the things on my anti-list. This is constituting a very successful year.
So a new trend in cyberspace is the anti-bucket list. You know the bucket list right? It’s from the movie The Bucket List, where lucky (except for the fact he’s dying) Morgan Freeman writes his bucket (as in kick the…) list that is discovered by his crotchety, yet deep down warm-hearted and very rich room mate.
They work their way through the bucket list and the movie completing life long desires. So touching, so sad and so lucky to have a rich friend with a private plane.
My odds of completing a bucket list are somewhat hindered. By the bank. And the fact I have yet to win Powerball. So the anti-bucket list seems right up my alley.
My Anti-bucket List
- To visit India.No interest. No desire. Don’t want to. Don’t want to see the poverty. Don’t want to see the Taj Mahal. Don’t like crowds. Don’t like smell. Never, ever, ever going to India.
- To jump out of a plane. How bloody stupid is this? Why would I want to do this? I hate heights and can think of 300 things I can do to potentially kill myself. Bungee jumping also fits in this category. Stupid. Not happening.
- To go camping–ever. No flush toilet. No hot shower (and don’t even mention those silly solar contraptions to me). Insects. Sleeping bags. Canned food. Enough said.
- Caravanning around Australia. My husband has raised this possibility. Not. Ever. Going. To. Happen.
- Climbing Mt Everest or any mountain (or hill) for that matter. I think this is self-explanatory and I don’t like exerting myself.
- Bikram yoga. I hate being hot. Why would I pay money to ruin good yoga?
- Going on a cruise ship. Old people. Children. Buffets. Sea sickness. No escape.
- Swim with sharks. I take my life in my hands swimming in the ocean with hidden sharks every summer. Why would I do it deliberately?
- Pay money to go to a political fundraiser. They get enough of my hard earned money from the tax man. Why would I pay money to hang out with them and listen to them spout nonsense?
- Keep a rat or a mouse for a pet. I just don’t see the attraction. I far prefer them, oh you know, far away…or dead.
Gosh, I found compiling that list surprisingly easy. I hope that doesn’t make me a negative person.
So what would you put on your anti-bucket list? Image
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