Self-imposed Limbo. Some of us know it well and for a few fortunate ones; know nothing of the subject. But really, a small stint in bed with this notion is not all bad, it let’s one know how important and gratifying having some direction and a plan is. That it’s not some gimmick created by assholes sitting around a table in a stuffy board room, 50 stories up in some moronic high-rise.
That was an unnecessarily long explanation.
Moving on. Self-imposed limbo; having no direction, plan or guide.
Having no direction is what the Cheshire Cat was talking about in the above excerpt. With no plan, it doesn’t matter where you go. Your choices don’t matter, because there is no specific effect to be had. If you do nothing, nothing will happen. While this sounds like freedom and the motto of a, “free spirit” - it’s actually pretty damning.
I’ve walked down this path, it seems cool at first, but when you start getting nowhere fast, it sucks. The free spirit badge you’re given, you realize rather quickly is more of a weight and judgement versus a compliment. It means that basically you have nothing much to offer and can do as you please because you’re tied to nothing and no one. But when you’re done free floating, where do you land?
My aunt was one of these. The lawyer handing her dying matters described her as such. I guess that’s why her body is still in the morgue, unable to determine cause of death a month later. Overdose, homicide or suicide? Take your pick, all point to bad. And will? Wait there isn’t one, just a mess of paper work because she was too “free” to sit down and fill anything out. Doens’t everybody like being caught up in probate court? I guess she figured the remaining kin didn’t like plans either…wrong.
Looking back - any “free spirits” I ever knew were colossal fuck-ups and never really went anywhere. Hey, I’m not saying you have to be a stick in the mud or have a stick up your ass, but it’s important to have some semblance of a fucking plan.
Impulse and quick decisions have created many a opportunity for me. Forming a plan around those decisions have made my life what it is now; one in which I consider successful. And I’m no boring shit!
Decisions must be made and plans should be formed. You can’t make a plan with out a decision and you can’t make a decision without a semblance of a plan.
Sometimes you have to just sit down and choose. What road to you want to take and why? Where do you want to go, be or have? Even if it’s bat-shit, just do it. Figure that shit out and make a plan. You don’t have to get crazy detail oriented, because half the time things don’t go as planned; but it’s still good to have one. Make a loose outline and go from there. Adjust to changes and don’t freak the fuck out if things make a change for the dumb, just keep on keeping on.
Stay on the path, at least you picked one and you’re not walking in circles, going nowhere fast. You won’t be walking amongst the misguided. They’re no fun, that lot. They seem cool at first, all loose and free, whatever man…. But whatever man logic only gets you so far. Ten years from now they’ll be in the same place, saying the same shit and probably sporting a gnarly beard, (the chicks too!).
It’s okay to be a gypsy. I’ve been living that reality for years, but I’m a gypsy with a plan and one that knows when to pitch camp and shut the fuck up and play well with others. I know where I’m going. So get your mother fucking gypsy on; as long as you have a place to go. You don’t want to end up wandering in the desert unprepared, that won’t do. Prepare yourself and get your ass going. Pack your hobo sack and don’t forget your map or to give the finger to the free spirit calling your name on the sidelines.
Sorry Alice, I know which way I’m going.
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That was an unnecessarily long explanation.
Moving on. Self-imposed limbo; having no direction, plan or guide.
Having no direction is what the Cheshire Cat was talking about in the above excerpt. With no plan, it doesn’t matter where you go. Your choices don’t matter, because there is no specific effect to be had. If you do nothing, nothing will happen. While this sounds like freedom and the motto of a, “free spirit” - it’s actually pretty damning.
I’ve walked down this path, it seems cool at first, but when you start getting nowhere fast, it sucks. The free spirit badge you’re given, you realize rather quickly is more of a weight and judgement versus a compliment. It means that basically you have nothing much to offer and can do as you please because you’re tied to nothing and no one. But when you’re done free floating, where do you land?
My aunt was one of these. The lawyer handing her dying matters described her as such. I guess that’s why her body is still in the morgue, unable to determine cause of death a month later. Overdose, homicide or suicide? Take your pick, all point to bad. And will? Wait there isn’t one, just a mess of paper work because she was too “free” to sit down and fill anything out. Doens’t everybody like being caught up in probate court? I guess she figured the remaining kin didn’t like plans either…wrong.
Looking back - any “free spirits” I ever knew were colossal fuck-ups and never really went anywhere. Hey, I’m not saying you have to be a stick in the mud or have a stick up your ass, but it’s important to have some semblance of a fucking plan.
Impulse and quick decisions have created many a opportunity for me. Forming a plan around those decisions have made my life what it is now; one in which I consider successful. And I’m no boring shit!
Decisions must be made and plans should be formed. You can’t make a plan with out a decision and you can’t make a decision without a semblance of a plan.
Sometimes you have to just sit down and choose. What road to you want to take and why? Where do you want to go, be or have? Even if it’s bat-shit, just do it. Figure that shit out and make a plan. You don’t have to get crazy detail oriented, because half the time things don’t go as planned; but it’s still good to have one. Make a loose outline and go from there. Adjust to changes and don’t freak the fuck out if things make a change for the dumb, just keep on keeping on.
Stay on the path, at least you picked one and you’re not walking in circles, going nowhere fast. You won’t be walking amongst the misguided. They’re no fun, that lot. They seem cool at first, all loose and free, whatever man…. But whatever man logic only gets you so far. Ten years from now they’ll be in the same place, saying the same shit and probably sporting a gnarly beard, (the chicks too!).
It’s okay to be a gypsy. I’ve been living that reality for years, but I’m a gypsy with a plan and one that knows when to pitch camp and shut the fuck up and play well with others. I know where I’m going. So get your mother fucking gypsy on; as long as you have a place to go. You don’t want to end up wandering in the desert unprepared, that won’t do. Prepare yourself and get your ass going. Pack your hobo sack and don’t forget your map or to give the finger to the free spirit calling your name on the sidelines.
Sorry Alice, I know which way I’m going.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan