This is just a few notes on a thought I had whilst in the bank this afternoon. I was setting up something I'd never heard of before called 'standing orders' which essentially means that money will be taken out of my account each month in order to pay the rent. This is obviously a good thing but I had (and still have) no idea what is actually going on appart from me being made poorer and being allowed to live in a house. All I did was sort of profer a piece of paper with some numbers on and the bank person tapped at her keyboard and said it was all sorted.
This lead me onto the thought that in many aspects of life we're essentially helpless because we have no idea what's going on or how things work. It's the same thing that happens when you go to the doctor or when you have something repaired.
In a bizarre way it's sort of nice to have this strange sense of detachment. You can almost pretend that it's magic that things just happen for you when you need them. The only thing I can say to that is that it is clearly a mark of extreme privelege which we must all be exceedingly grateful for. I certainly know I am; so here I say thank you to all the people who know how to do things that help me bumble my way through life. Cheers guys!
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