Day 59. 100 pages, 50,022 words.
Here’s something that occasionally bugs me, and I’m wondering if it’s just me (and just when I’m tired, overworked and cranky).
Being told I have too much time on my hands.
I don’t know what it is. Yes, sometimes it’s the person who says it to me. I get annoyed by dismissive responses like this from some people who don’t seem to actually create anything or even have thoughts and opinions worth sharing. Because usually when I hear this response, it’s because I’ve just made or shared something casually creative or silly that I have been inordinately entertained by in the process of dreaming up. My Witty Retort webcomic, or some unholy movie plot mash-up or other, leap immediately to mind … but the same remark has been made regarding my children’s book, for example, and even The Final Fall of Man series itself.
By the exact same token, of course, it’s quite easy to just shrug off and ignore said opinion, because who cares what those fuckers think?
I should disclaim, at this point, that as always I am not referring to the few times my friends have levelled the accusation at me on this blog. Sometimes I do put more effort into things, and find those things more hysterically enjoyable, than even I admit is entirely normal. I like to think that when they say it, it’s an affectionate / exasperated / maybe even slightly admiring commentary. As, fair to say, it might be when ‘most anyone says it.
But here’s the thing: It’s not remotely true.
I have no time on my hands. Anyone who knows me even a little, knows this about me. I start with the same basic 24 hours a day everyone else does, I work full time, I have a wife and two kids and as active a social life as a couch potato can have, I write novels and a daily blog and … yeah, come on. I don’t have too much goddamn time on my hands. I might use my tiny scraps of spare time for silly things – that I won’t deny – but don’t tell me I have too much time. It makes you look like an idiot and it pisses me off.
I wish I had time to sleep eight hours a night, play computer games, watch movies and have hobbies like people who don’t regularly get told they have too much time on their hands. Because it’s not even that the people using this accusation are uncreative muggle troglodytes – quite often they have perfectly creative outlets of their own. They’re just more commonly accepted things that I find impossibly dull but which – and this is important – I never sneer at them about.
But to be honest, this isn’t really about me. I’m big and hairy enough (as folks used to say back in the Good Ole Days) to handle a bit of playful metaphorical noogieeing. Pretty sure my self-confidence is up to the task and I’m not going to whine about my poor hurt feelings.
I do, however, see this accusation tossed around and yeah, sometimes it bugs me. Whether or not it’s even true of the people it gets said to, it bounces back on the accuser and makes them look shitty.
Come up with something less stupid to say.
End public service announcement.