So I have taken the leap of faith, that leap that more and more of my fellow disillusioned gen x'ers seem to be taking these days. I've turned my back on an unsatisfying job in search of a more fulfilling life. A mini midlife crisis perhaps? I hear the collective moan from you all right now - oh great another tree hugging feel good ray of sunshine that's going to preach to us how we should dance like no one is watching blah blah blah..........um, no! I'm not reborn, I just woke up one day and realised that I had a choice! I didn't have to spend every day going to a job that frustrated me more than channel 7's footy coverage (give it up Bruce, your past it captain obvious). So, I ingested one cup of cement, hardened up and I chose to be unemployed and happy, rather than having a job that sucked the life out of me. If it could have been a job that sucked the fat out of me instead like some kind of negative liposuction that would of been rad!!! But alas, it just sucked out my motivation and ability to be polite to morons. When you get to the point where you want to throw cats at happy people (Eleanor Abernathy style) you know its time to change your life.
So as a lady of leisure, it seems that I have more time on my hands to do those things that I have always wanted to do. And hey, what do you know! one of those things is to write a blog (because that's what this world needs right, another freakin blog). As a kid when asked the "what do you want to be when you grow up" question my answer was always a journalist. Whilst I got good England and can like write stories and stuff, that dream to be a journalist died when I realised that I would need to sell my soul and integrity (well if I was to work at the Herald Sun I would have to, maybe not so much anywhere else). That said there has always been the inner desire to write and it turns out its a family gene that's been passed down. Ive been told that I am a little wrong and since this is amusing to others, I should really share my wrongness with the world (In a way that would not involve my friends having to post bail). Idea - why not combine the two, my inner desire to write and my mayor of wrong town status? So here it begins, with Sensible Kate.
Sensible Kate, whats the story with that mole then?
I have been anointed Sensible Kate by my beloved friends. Sensible Kate always seems to be there. She is the voice of reason in a room full of the unreasonable. She is always pointing out that what your about to do may not be the best idea. She is the first one to give you the "I told you so look' when you go ahead and do said silly thing rather than listening and it goes pear shaped. My friends have a love hate relationship with Sensible Kate, they love the fact that she stops them from doing things that they may regret later on, but they also hate the fact that sometimes Sensible Kate means Kate isn't as much fun as she should be. Sensible Kate can really shit me sometimes too. Its like having your mother inside your head and every time that you go to do something a little crazy / reckless / fun you hear a voice saying "you shouldn't really do that". Ive tried drowning the bitch in alcohol, but it seems she can swim as well as a Bondi Surf Lifesaver.....hmmmmmmmm, Bondi Surf Lifesavers. The alcohol to sensible gradient means that as the intoxication increases, so to the alertness to the need for sensible, so Sensible Kate is optimized. Basically the drunker I am the more in control Sensible Kate seems to be, go figure?
So when I was pondering what to blog about, "gen y, that's whats wrong with the world today", "dodgy dates I've been on", "My quest to hug random ranga's", " My friends are weird and here's why" all came to mind, but they just didn't seem to be the right theme. I had my light bulb moment whilst underwater, swimming it seems enables me to think clearly. Now that I had made the choice to take back control of my life I was thinking about how I am only limited by my own imagination and that I could do what ever I wanted to do. I know I know quick turn it into a motivational poster (insert vomiting noise here) I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky.............chik chik boom R Kelly! Anyways, back to my thinking. I realised that now was the time in my life to take some risks and go out on a limb and that's when I started to think about Sensible Kate. Maybe, just maybe I need to be a little less sensible sometimes.
So fast forward to now and Ta daaaaaaaaaaaaa..........here we find the Sensible Kate Blog: My quest to be a little less sensible. Through this blog I am going to share with you my various attempts to be less Sensible Kate. Your suggestions on how I can be a little less sensible are certainly welcome, as are any "ask Sensible Kate" questions, I'm sure she will be happy to attempt to answer them.
Stay tuned for further pipes, things are going to be a little less sensible and a hell of alot more interesting (sorry mum)
SK.
