The good life
Monday, November 11th, 2002 01:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinturnerAs a result of teaching Aristotle for the last three weeks, I've been doing some thinking on what "the good life" would mean for me. Now I've worked out my ideal life.
I would live in a cottage amongst rolling hills (somewhere like the Lake District, Wales or, ideally, South Shropshire). There would be a village in walking distance with a pub that sold real ale and a good selection of malt whiskeys (one pub I frequented in the Lake District actually had seventy different whiskeys - bliss!). The pub would be frequented by farmers, walkers and the local vicar, with whom I would discuss Anglicanism and liberation theology. There would also be a crusty retired colonel, who would tease me about my socialist leanings and give animated explanations of the battles he had fought in, placing objects on the table to illustrate his points: "If that pint of bitter is us, then your pint is Rommel's tank division and that bag of crisps is the fuel depot ...".
Once in a while I would go down to London, where I would run a vigilante agency, in the manner of Angel, or, more controversially, Iain Banks' Complicity. I'd get a phone call from a nice old lady who was being threatened by a property developer who wanted to demolish her home in order to build a yuppie housing and office complex. I would drive out to his suburban mansion (no - scratch "drive", as I hate cars - I'd get a bus to his mansion) then take out a number of goons (making sure I didn't hurt them too much, since they're only working-class boys trying to earn a living). I would then confront the evil yuppie property developer, give him a lecture on Kropotkin's Mutual Aid, then sink my fangs into his neck (sorry, I forgot to mention that I'm a vampire in this scenario).
On my way home to my dingy flat, I happen upon an attempted mugging or rape and casually break the necks of the perpetrators. I then lie on my bed, listen to some Bach and sleep the sleep of the just.
Am I wierd, or does everyone have this kind of fantasy?
I would live in a cottage amongst rolling hills (somewhere like the Lake District, Wales or, ideally, South Shropshire). There would be a village in walking distance with a pub that sold real ale and a good selection of malt whiskeys (one pub I frequented in the Lake District actually had seventy different whiskeys - bliss!). The pub would be frequented by farmers, walkers and the local vicar, with whom I would discuss Anglicanism and liberation theology. There would also be a crusty retired colonel, who would tease me about my socialist leanings and give animated explanations of the battles he had fought in, placing objects on the table to illustrate his points: "If that pint of bitter is us, then your pint is Rommel's tank division and that bag of crisps is the fuel depot ...".
Once in a while I would go down to London, where I would run a vigilante agency, in the manner of Angel, or, more controversially, Iain Banks' Complicity. I'd get a phone call from a nice old lady who was being threatened by a property developer who wanted to demolish her home in order to build a yuppie housing and office complex. I would drive out to his suburban mansion (no - scratch "drive", as I hate cars - I'd get a bus to his mansion) then take out a number of goons (making sure I didn't hurt them too much, since they're only working-class boys trying to earn a living). I would then confront the evil yuppie property developer, give him a lecture on Kropotkin's Mutual Aid, then sink my fangs into his neck (sorry, I forgot to mention that I'm a vampire in this scenario).
On my way home to my dingy flat, I happen upon an attempted mugging or rape and casually break the necks of the perpetrators. I then lie on my bed, listen to some Bach and sleep the sleep of the just.
Am I wierd, or does everyone have this kind of fantasy?
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Date: 2002-11-10 03:58 pm (UTC)Loved it!
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Date: 2002-11-10 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-10 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-10 10:54 pm (UTC)lol !!!
No, not at all, you are not really weird (!)...
I wish I could live in the mountains by a lake with all my family, my dog and all my plant-friends. I would grow vegetables in my garden; tomatoes and cucumbers and others...Then I would go exploring with my dog and draw the animals I see around. I would look for orphan baby birds and take them home with me. And I would grow roses, passion flowers, fuchsias in my garden...
I know it's a peter panish, silly dream...but it's all I want really :)
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Date: 2002-11-11 07:36 pm (UTC)