I Got The 'I Want A Holiday' Blues
Amongst other things...
I’m feeling pissed off and out of sorts at the moment. It is not because of one thing in particular but more a whole lot of small things adding up. I’m not the kind of person who usually gives over to these feelings. Occasionally, I do lose my temper. But it is not a regular or normal event. I consider myself a happy, reasonably well-balanced person.
But thinking about it, I’m amazed by the things I let get to me. Politics and the stupid, tired games played over and over on the national and international front are fucking sickening. Then there is the shitty attitude a lot of people have because they are continually allowed to get away with it. And this is everyone from the local football player bashing his girlfriend to some of the arseholes who work with me.
It is the people who I’ve called a friend for some time who totally ignores me on the street. I’m not talking about someone who is rushing by and doesn’t see me. I’m talking about someone who looks at me, right in the eye, then deliberately turns their head as though they haven’t seen me, even when the person they’re with acknowledges me as I pass. If I’ve done something, then talk to me and we’ll sort it out. But if it is simply too much trouble to say g’day, they may as well fuck off.
It is the manager at work who walks around introducing a new starter to everyone but passes me by like I’m invisible. It is also people who bump and bang into me on the street, on the bus, in the supermarket or elsewhere who act as though I’m not there or worse, look at me like I should have gotten the hell out of their way because where ever they’re going and what ever they’re doing is way more fucking important than what ever I’m doing.
Writing about it now gives me a better perspective. I believe the reason I’m feeling this way is mostly because I haven’t had a holiday for over 12 months. I had a small break at Christmas, but had family staying with us and spent most of the time running around doing all sorts of things for and with our visitors. Good times were had, but I don’t consider it a real break. The last real holiday I had, the sort where my wife and I go somewhere and hang out together doing only what we want to do was June 2007.
I think most of my pissed-off-ed-ness (is that a word?) is because my wife and I are going on holidays very shortly but the time can’t come quickly enough for me. We’re going to a place called Port Douglas, which is in tropical North Queensland. It is where the rainforests of the north meet the ocean and is one of the key access points to the Great Barrier Reef. I'm not sure about the Reef visit as I get terribly sea sick but I would still love to see it so I'm going to check out motion sickness remedies before I get on the boat. We’re staying at a really beautiful resort hotel right on the beach and are planning some wonderful activities, all of which cost far too much but will provide some awesome memories.
I will be taking lots and lots of photos, some of which I will post here when we get back. I will do some reading (Stephanie Meyer’s ‘Host’) a bit of creative writing, a lot of lying in the sun by the pool and definitely some indulging in chilled vodka and various tropical juices.
We’re using the holiday to do a little reconnoitring too. We want to make a change and move to a place where the lifestyle is slower, where there is no such thing as winter and where we can spend more time doing the things we want to do as opposed to the things we are obliged to do. Is it too much to ask?
