This weather and some other random things made me think how it seems to be so fashionable nowadays to know a bit about everything, to be 'informed', to do loads of stuff, to be productive. How 'different' became enough to consider something good. 'Did you like that ballet?' ' Oh yes, it was different' (code for ' I didn't understand anything nor did I feel much, but I don't want to look ignorant') We are still so worried about our images about who we think we should be that we often forget to actually BE. We are so worried about doing many different and unusual things that we forget the simple pleasure of drinking our everyday cup of coffee looking through our (everyday) window. We are so fascinated about being interested in loads of things, so fascinated about being informed about things that sound important and/or cool, that we are more interest in the idea of being interested than in the interest themselves. We are so worried that our time being productive that we forget about the importance and pleasure of just iddlying. We burry our ghosts deep down where we can't see them and believe we are becoming these incredibly deep, ecletic and developed persons when in fact half of the time we are only adding extra decor to our masks. We should be worrying about becoming better human beings, respecting others and finally start respecting the planet......as much as possible at least. We should be worrying about other stuff by now. But we aren't. Not in general and not most of the times.
So this post is also a tribute to iddlying, to the people who manage to just be most of the time, unworried about what others will think of them. It`s also a tribute to lazyness, to being uncool, to being nothing special, to being unperfect and laugh about it. To having fears, to not being adventurous, to not having special talents, to having tacky or cheesy tastes. A tribute to everyday life and to deepening what is familiar. A tribute to silence.