Do you ever get the feeling sometimes that somewhere, there is a room full of accountants keeping a ledger or a balance sheet of your life? And do you ever get the feeling sometimes that the debits far outweight the credits? I have been feeling that way lately. My mother once told me that she thought of me as a catalyst. "Cat·a·lyst: One that precipitates a process or event, especially without being involved in or changed by the consequences." How did I get to be that way? I don't know, but I do know it is tiring. I enjoy having fun in my life as much as anyone, but fun seems to be towards the bottom the credit column. In fact, I would say I'm in the red. I have never been the sort of person for whom other folks like to "do" things. I am always the one who "does". A few weeks ago a good friend of mine said to me, "If you ever want to go anywhere on the weekend, and you need a car, please let me know. I know it's difficult to get around the Lower Mainland if you don't have a car, and I'm happy to help out." I was in shock. People just never make offers to me like that. In fact, I would never feel comfortable accepting her offer, but it's sort of like the Oscars, you know? It's wonderful just to be nominated.
How does one become an enjoyer of life? I need some lessons. What I would really like to do is to quit my job and spend a life of dissipation and debauchery. Well, maybe not debauchery, but a little bit of dissipation would be nice. I would love to spend every waking moment, just enjoying the pleasures the day had to offer. A day at the spa? Bring it on. Win a lottery and spend six months on a tropical island? I'm there. Hire a housekeeper to vacuum and dust while I sip coffee? *Deep sigh...*
A couple of days ago I was ~~ yet again ~~ kept awake all night by the noisy neighbours. A developer by the name of Robert Helgason purchased the house next door and renovated it in 2004. He split the house into three suites, and then lied to the City of Vancouver Planning department, saying that it was only two suites (a duplex), and thereby got away with renting it out. It is in fact three suites, and nine very noisy people live there. It is the bane of my existance. It is the thing that tipped the balance sheet for me. Can you see the bay window on the left behind the trellis? That is my bedroom, and it is less than ten feet away from party central. The City of Vancouver Planning Department is within walking distance of where I work, and I think I will pay them a visit. I'm very resourceful, but I'm also sort of like The Incredible Hulk. "Don't make me angry; you wouldn't like me when I'm angry..."
The balance sheet is long overdue for the credits and the debits of my life to be put into balance. I'll never be a pampered princess, like one of the housewives of Beverly Hills/Spuzzum/Pouce Coupé, but I'm ready for some fun. I'm fairly low maintenance and it doesn't take much to make me happy. However, right now my account is empty and I'm taking donations.