My Anti-Anti-Bucket List

Ten reasons why I will not not do an anti-anti-bucket list

How I feel about anti-bucket lists. Photo by Midory Pho: on pexels

At school, I was called a perverse creature by my headmistress, Miss Driver. I asked her if she was calling me a pervert. A few years later, she committed suicide, and I have always worried I may have been partly to blame.

Please do not read any further if you have suicidal tendencies. I am going to be perverse.

Ten reasons why I won’t do an anti-bucket list

1.Energy follows thought. If you decide not to think about a neon pink penguin, you will think about a neon pink penguin. Try it. I don’t want to think about not doing a marathon —I might end up having to get fit and using up too many of the number of breaths I was born with.

2.I like crossing things off lists. If I make an anti-bucket list, I shall never be able to cross them off. Until after I am dead. And I am not sure that will give me quite the same level of satisfaction.

3.How do you make God laugh? Talk about your future plans. Let’s not tempt fate. I have absolutely no desire to run for a bus, let alone a half or full marathon, and I would rather keep that to myself than have God laughing as s/he finds a way to mess with me.