I have flying dreams, and in a fair number of them I get down stairs by jumping off landings or after going down a few steps because I am in a hurry or don’t feel like walking down the rest of the steps. I have occasionally gotten the urge to jump down stairs like that but thankfully I haven’t done it, I would seriously break myself!
Though I really would love to be able to ‘swim’ in the air like in my flying dreams. I do walk, run and dance in my dreams - I will start to go somewhere and forget my crutches or my chair and then need to go back and get them, or realize that I have lost them and it doesn’t matter because I am walking fine. [It is always jarring to wake up and not be able to walk or dance.]
For many years I’ve had a longing to live in a cold and desolate environment. Like a small community in northern Siberia. I am actually envious our own Boogly got to live in Kotzebue, Alaska for six years.
That’s true, most people want mechanical watches. I want a mechaincal watch because they are much more rare. If you look on ebay for example, there are thousands of mechanical watches for sale, but only like half a dozen mechaincal watches. It’s kind of like buying a bicicle.
I’ve always wanted to live out in a sand desert. There’s something romantic about all that open, desolate space. But ever since I read about valley fever, the appeal of the fantasy has waned.
I have to admit to being slightly obsessive/compulsive. If I get an idea in my head about something I want, then I obsessively research the best choice and the optimum price, bearing in mind that I like to touch and feel stuff before buying. Talking to knowledgeable sales people can often reveal useful information plus its just nice to deal with people.
From this you can conclude that online shopping is a useful but low priority.
Lately its been Stihl chainsaws. My brother and I share three but typically one of us has the machine the other needs. So I purchased one, used not running, basically a punt on my part. I’ve spent the last week fiddling with it, cleaning, polishing and generally having a good time. The machine fires and almost runs so its a success so far.
Hopefully this will satiate this current obsession until something else comes along.
I have this inexplicable urge to go see really horrible, uninhabited islands, like the northern parts of the Canadian archipelago, or Bouvet Island or some place like that. I just have this fascination with the idea that there is still land on this planet where no one lives and no one will ever live or ever want to. How strange it would be to stand there. I guess it isn’t that far from Crafter_Man’s thing, but I don’t want to live there, I just want to see it. And an ISLAND, specifically.
That’s so strange - I have those same compulsions, although without the bird-phobia. I want chickens. Chickens to peck around and do that funny little bobbing walk. I don’t eat eggs, except for in baked goods, and I could never kill a chicken, so I’ve resisted so far. But I have a farm, and if I wanted to set up a coop down in the barn, I could. Hard to have them up in the yard though, with the big dogs.
I have an odd fascination with the idea of traveling large chunks of the earth by land (road or rail). Especially by public transport.
I get extreme satisfaction from looking at a globe and being able to visualize the long routes I’ve covered- like SF to NYC by rail, Lusaka to Cape Town by busses, and Beijing to the southern tip of India (except for on tiny stretch outside of Kathmandu, which I WILL cover some day).
I am fascinated that our transport systems are so odd and patchwork, but with enough time and patience, there is really no corner so remote that you can’t get there from any other random place on the same continent.
Oh yeah to the chickens here! I’ve done the research on breeds and know what I want to raise, and have located coop plans.
I’m anxiously awaiting an ordinance change which will allow us to keep 'em.
Somewhat similar here. As a kid, I thought it would be a perfect life to live in the middle of Alaska and work as a freelance writer. As an adult, I feel like that’s a little impractical, but every single move in my entire life has been a little further north than the move before it (admittedly, sometimes by only a few miles). When people come visit me from out of town, they ask what to do in Seattle and I immediately start telling them about the mountains to the east, the peninsula west and Chuckanut Drive to the north. But they want to go south into the city. Seriously, why would anyone want to go see a city?
New York City is a great place to live . . . if you’re young or rich. I lived there for 25 years, but it would be a real hardship for someone my age. Then there’s the problem of moving from an 8-room house to a 1-bedroom apartment.
But if you really want it . . . go for it. It’s not like any other place.
Sometimes I have a desire to just buy a one-way ticket to some great place and live in the wild. I know there are people who live, for example, in some of the still remote places in Hawaii. Sure, I could do that. :rolleyes:
Also known as as the “Desolation Islands”. I discovered this when I was trying to find the antipodes for where I live, this is the closest land. It was once part of a larger continent that is now underwater. There is a scientific research station there that has 50-100 people. Otherwise nothing but tundra, rock, mountain, and glacier.
If I ever visited there I could say that I’m the farthest from home that I could ever get without leaving the Earth.
Whenever I look up something on Google Maps, I can’t resist the compulsion to randomly follow highways and back-country roads, just seeing where it takes me, until I reach a major city or some other place I recognize. More often than not, I wind up totally lost in the wilderness and need to “rescue” myself by zooming out.
For those chicken-desirers, I feel the need to point out that keeping chickens does not have to involve killing them. Just give them away if that part bothers you. It also doesn’t need to involve eggs. Get some giveaway hens that have stopped laying. See how that works?
No advice for people who can’t stand touching birds, though.
