What am I getting at!?;

You are holding onto a good job that pays you enough to have all the creature comforts and entertainment at your disposal. You buy a great couch to go with your comfortable home that cuts you completely off people. You are seated on  this couch writing this write-up, article, rant whatever you are going to call it. The coffee table comes in next so you can put your foot up while being entertained. Then you realise the entrainment is a loop, the same act in a different name but for a small twist, it has managed to capture your attention the span of which is tiny, probably because there isn’t much else to do. This never ending loop continues to entertain you until you fall asleep from keeping awake.

You get an opportunity to travel to Europe on work, so you cover some of the castles and museums that you colleagues recommend and you cover some more places over the next few trips. Soon you realise that you’ve had some great experiences and travel bug takes you to mare places that you should’ve visited quite early in your life but was too lazy or non-committal about. You see the same travel bug has bitten multiple people and they’ve been posting about it on social media, so you follow suit until corona hits and travel as we know it, comes to a standstill.

You’ve got an understanding girlfriend who sexy, smart and great in bed. You love her, she loves you and you’ve hit a plateau in your love life you never thought you’d get to. You harbour some fantasies that your boo tries her best to bring to life because your bedroom is dying. You joke, comment, compliment, threaten and emotionally blackmail until you can’t squeeze anymore fun out of this relationship anymore.

You move on to other things, with lots of time on your hands you work out a bit, try some jogging and set some goals for yourself. You plan projects that will keep you busy over the weekend so you can be called productive. You create a small garden, light up your home to make it look cosy like all of those nice picture perfect shots on Pinterest. It’s like you are on a creative high, only you realise you been making stuff from the DIY instructions, something anybody given the time and interest could’ve done too.

You pick some recipes off YouTube and Pinterest and bake some pies and cakes.

You realise it looks good and gotta show off some of the great shit you put up on the table. So you take some pictures and post them on Instagram and invite friends over to a dinner cum birthday party. Your friends swoon over the great food and make orgasmic faces; you are elated. You become a self-proclaimed foodie and dish out exotic dishes and visit high-end restaurants to taste dishes that are trending. Some pictures go on social media to document your visit to these trending restaurants.

On a long term you realise you aren’t a tiny bit driven as some of the people around you are. Based on friendly advise you take up online courses in dream of gaining a new skill that will make you relevant again in your job. You buy a new laptop cum tablet because that is going to make learning easier just in case you want to take learning from your couch to your bed. You realise the tablets are amazing gaming devices and double up as screens to watch porn on while you self help yourself.

What was I getting at?