To be irritated by this Facebook post?

[MattDillonsPants]

I think it's an actual poem but not certain....either way it's frigging stupid. We all, as adults have to take responsibility for ourselves. This post seems to suggest that being an eternal backpacker is a good idea!

I don't think so and I suspect it was written by someone in their late 20s who still has the energy to "bathe in bio-luminescence and lie in a dirt road staring at the moon"

FFS.

I will never be a well behaved woman.

I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full moon with a bottle of summer red in my palms.

I would rather have kids when it suits me, not when society expects or throws shoulds.

I would rather live in a hammock on a beach for six months, and write like my soul means it.

I would rather be horribly broke at times, than married to a job because a mortgage payment has my ass on a hook.

I would rather own moments, than investments.

I would rather eat alone, than sit with women who bore me at 'Wives’ Night.”

I would rather swim naked with bioluminescence, have it fall like fireflies from my hair, my breasts, my back.

I would rather do handstands naked in the moonlight when no one’s watching than pick bridesmaid dresses.

I would rather drink seven year old rum from a sandy bottle, smell of smoke and ash than sit in church.

I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk.

I would rather drink the ocean, again and again—celebrate being madly alive.

I would rather my love be defined by love itself, and nothing more or less.

I don’t need a ring on my finger to prove that I am in love.

I would rather take the chicken bus, than spend useless money in safe gated communities. Sit beside a goat, listen to raggaeton and eat green mango with sugar in a plastic bag sold from the woman who harasses the bus each time it stops.

I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent.

I do not need to own a piece of earth with some wood on top of it—to feel successful. No one truly owns the land, anyway—we just think we do.

My savings account has diddly to do with my richness.
I would rather sprawl my single ass out like a lioness each morning and enjoy each corner of my empty bed.

I will take a job I love and freedom over a pension, any day.

I will not work and work and work to live when my body is old and I am tired.

Stocks are for people who get boners from money.

Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring.

I will not drink the societal Kool-Aid on a bus, nor will I drink it on a train.
Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!

I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase.

If we must have milestones—mine will be measured by how much joy I have collected at the end of each day and how often in this life I have truly, deeply, opened.

Seek, see, love, do.

It takes a lot of money to live a simple life. If it were a simple choice whether to be a boring old wage slave or to float round the globe, there wouldn't be enough space for all of us to be doing naked handstands and there would certainly be a severe green mango shortage.

Fine to do a bit of backpacking or whatever, but pull your head out of your arse and realise that the world is not a backdrop to your life and colourful poor people are not walk-on characters.

QueenArseClangers she so does!

I'm supposed to be writing a report conforming to societies' (there's more than one dontcha know) expected norms but I did that instead. I is a true rebel. It's how I talk my walk. Or something.

Self indulgent shite. YANBU.

Judging from her Instagram feed she only has the one friend to take the photos....

I don't think we'd get on :)

I love this :o as many others have said I wonder how the stargazing and mango eating will go down when she's in her 70s

I can imagine some of the wannabe hippie love childs I was at uni with a couple of years ago posting wankery shit like that. They're the same ones who share things like "Proud to be a 90s baby without a baby" and saying how they don't want kids yet because they've got a whole life to live and adventures to have and they love being free.

Which is fair enough, unless every other status they post is them whining about living at home with their mum and dad still, and how there's nothing more interesting on TV than the Kardashians, and they're stuck working at Pizza Hut.

jannerobinson:

I'm doing a challenge for 45 days with Careerhearted where I share something transparent and vulnerable every single day about how I do business with an open heart.

Today my heart woke up trembling.

It wasn't about business, it was from hope.

I felt hope, and curiosity and a willingness to open to another.

The grey zone. The vulnerable zone. The fearful unknown, unexplored, uncontrolled where you begin to crack your heart open and you aren't sure if you'll be caught or if you'll fall.

That's where I am today and it's terrifying.

Just because we open our hearts doesn't mean it's reciprocated. It doesn't guarantee we go anywhere.

its just a choice we make in a moment.

It's fresh and new and I may bite my hearts tongue, but I've stumbled upon someone extraordinary.
^It will take someone extraordinary to hold all the love I have to give.
I open easily to love because although I have many aspirations and dreams--love is one of them.^

Not the house and the ring and the cake and the babies--but love?

Yes, love is why I breathe.

So I have nothing to share with you about business today.

My emails have remained unopened for 48 hours which is a personal record and my heart is attending to other things.

Consider this a personal day.

A day of absence to tend to greater things than work.

For if I plough through this world achieving all the things I desire and wind up listening to the dusk crickets singing and watching the cackle of light from fireflies, alone each night--I will have achieved nothing.

For I am here to share the abundance of love in my heart frivolously with the one who is capable of holding it--and to me, that is more successful than my name on a best sellers list or a screenplay in Hollywood.

Do the things you desire, and do not forget to love.

There's nothing personal there. It's all meaningless obfuscation

what she means is:

I met someone last night and we had great sex, so today I'm not doing anything because I cba

Succinctness is a much underrated quality

Merseyside that is a very pretentious way of saying you're chucking a couple of days sickie to stay in bed with a new shag.

I bet she had one too many mango Lambrinis n'all.

It does sound like it was written by someone in their late teens/ early twenties with rich parents who indulge their every whim. Or my auntie who actually did do all of those things (but didn't have rich parents and now has very little money at the age of 70). I really can't get worked up about the impetuousness and perceived freedom of youth. Most people outgrow this and soon realise that you cannot exist in an idealistic state of self, but they probably still secretly yearn for it. As a poem it fails on many levels, but as an expression I'm a bit meh.

I did get a bit offended by the part about buying stocks, which as of yesterday I've been dabbling in. Only because I have been reminded of my own hypocrisy, having at one point in life subscribed to the same point of view. As I said, meh. Yah live and learn.

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lol

Woooah look at me! I don't work for the man! I just lie in the road, booozing!

I bought a bag of pop on a chicken bus once. I got the shits for three days. Just sayin.

I'm a proper stiff now, and I like people being non-stiff

just don't write wanky poems about it, mkay?

"... that is more successful than my name on a best sellers list or a screenplay in Hollywood."

Just as well.

and wtf is Wives Night??

If I'd read this in my early twenties then I would have totally agreed and empathised with this. But being horribly broke all the time after a while sucks big time , the green mango from the local market gives you rampant diarrhoea and swimming naked will always coincide with the local perv turning up at the beach. Never been on a chicken bus - but I have hitched a lift on a truck full of chickens - fragrant poo and heat combined with fending off the most lecherous truck driver in Greece isn't the stuff of poetry! To use Lots of planetshaveanorth phrase, it's a young woman's wankery and just makes me think 'get it out of your system love!'. It's harmless stuff though and I wouldn't let it get too far up your nose. There are many many more annoying things on facebook!

I know people who live that life. At the moment they're in their late 30's/early 40's and seem to be happy.

I understand the notion of not conforming to the societal treadmill but not being nasty about other people's life choices. It goes on too much for my liking.

Ha! Bet the 'Wives' are delighted she's buggered off on 'oliday again. And I bet the sweet old mango lady rolled her eyes and charged you triple, gringo.

The world needs to be glad she hasn't procreated yet

Imagine the sort of indigo children she'll inflict on her newsfeed.... It'll be aspirational hippie bare footed surfer kids left right and centre.

That's a very vom worthy poem and I'll wager that the writer is a self-obsessed bore

What a funny thread. Love Bit's poem and the Aunty Angela comment. Spot on!

DH and I (boring squares with jobs and children so beyond the pail of course) went on a diving holiday ages ago in remote bit of Indonesia in our early twenties. There was a guy there about our age now (40 ish). His dream had turned to a nightmare - he had no money, no career or way of getting "back" missed the boat property wise. His diving instructor dream in Asia had turned very sour...

YANBU. It's cringingly bad.

It's very repetitive as so many of the lines are about enjoying the natural world (OK but it's written in a twee way) and not needing to work (not an option for most people).

Much of it makes no sense. "I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk." How is working at a desk "racking up debt"? How is "learning from life" and not working, avoiding debt?

The rhymes are contrived and nonsensical. I give you "Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!" and "I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase."

It's anti-intellectual "I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent." No, but university does broaden a person's horizons and there's nothing wrong with having a degree

"Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring." Who is to judge whether other people "should" have kids? And I wasn't aware any woman was exempt from the menopause when the time comes.

There are attempts to be slightly edgy but there's nothing innovative or daring about any of the things the writer suggests. The women at "Wives' Night" would probably be bored reading them.

I quite like the spirit of it, though I agree it's a bit naff to write it all down. I'd never post something like that, though.

Bets on whether her obituary (carved on an ancient oak tree by a blind Rastafarian ) will read "choked on a waft of patchouli" or "beaten with her own hemp sandal".

I'm a right old hippy with non conformity woven through my core. But her pretension is its own brand of conformity. Sounds exhausting.

It reminds me of that other one, the one that goes something like "I want to slide into my coffin clutching a bottle of vodka shouting 'Wooo! What a ride!'" When I first read that one I thought "Amy Winehouse would like this" (she was still alive at the time). When she died I thought about it again. I doubt she thought "Wooo! what a ride!" at the end

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