I have been thinking about nothing today.
Well not exactly nothing ( I can see I am gonna bind myself up in knots with this )
or is that '' nots '' see it's happening already !!!
No , not the nothing of a blank stare of a boss who has just been asked for a pay-rise
or the nothing look of a police officer when you come up with some idiot reason about
why you did something you shouldn't have done.
I am thinking about the joy of doing nothing.
The Italians have a phrase for it :
''Il Dolce far Niente ''.
The Australians also have a phrase for it.
Sweet Fuck All or S.F.A . as it is commonly abbreviated.
I am on holidays at the moment and I am enjoying doing absolutely bugger all.
Sleeping in.Drinking beer.Eating lots of food.Pottering around in the garden.
Drinking tea.Planting beetroot seeds.Super gluing broken ornaments
( a resin dragon leg on a completely tasteless skull , the kind
you buy in cheap gift shops - hey I'm no connoisseur of fine art ).
I washed out two glass jars and took the paper labels off them and
then thought what am I going to do with them?
That kept me entertained until I realized it was going to rain so I ran and took a photo of the sky.
Other important things like reading a 1972 book by Arthur C. Clarke
called Profiles of The Future where he predicts the inventions of the future
so far he is off target but it is interesting in that he is so optimistic !!!!
Nothing ,of course , is best enjoyed by those who spend a lot of their time running around
like a headless chook.My normal working life is where I don't have time to scratch myself.
Being sick.Unemployed.In prison. These are not good '' nothings ''.
There is nothing sweet about any of these situations.
The joy of doing nothing is best reserved for people like myself who unlike many of my co - workers
who tell me how beautiful the Adriatic Sea is this time of year, or how fantastic Phuket is and tell me all
the wonderful places they went -when they ask me '' What did I do on my holidays ? ''
and I reply '' Nothing worth talking about .''
I can see the blank stares.That nothing look will come on their faces.
I know,the poor wretches
they could never understand the bliss of doing sweet nothing.