Last night I reached a personal low point.
I ate a banana
just before going to bed (as you do) – and was just about to throw away the
skin when I remembered that we now also have a bin specifically for recycling
food waste – and for a second, I was genuinely excited by the prospect.
THIS IS WHAT MY
LIFE HAS BECOME.
As you get a
little older your goalposts start to shift – and your expectation of what
constitutes time well spent is lowered considerably. There’s nothing wrong with
wanting to recycle a banana skin; it’s deriving pleasure from it that’s a cause
for concern.
It’s a bit like
when I was on tour a few years back and got into the habit of buying a Kit Kat
on two-show days. I’d reach a point in the second half of the matinee when my
energy levels would dip – then I'd remember the chocolate bar back in my
dressing room and my performance would palpably lift.
I'd like to think my excitement was justified. It was a four finger Kit Kat.
It wasn’t just
the prospect of a bit of potentially compostable fruit waste that set my
endorphins a-buzzing last night; I also got a kick when I realised that putting
a t-shirt on under my shirt before going out meant I could wear the
same shirt again today if I wanted to.
I didn’t do it as a matter of principle; you can have too much of a good thing.
There is a definite upside to being so easily pleased, though: imagine how amazing it will feel when something genuinely exciting happens.