They say that envy is one of the most common emotions. There is even a commandment about it. I never thought of myself as having envy, but in reality I have probably lived with it most of my life, and sometimes it even seems to drive my life.
Except for my electronic gadgets, I am not much of a “things” person, so I don’t envy wealth or material possessions. What I do envy is people with “Ozzie & Harriet” lives. People who don’t struggle daily just coping with their life circumstances.
I envy people who have much joy in their lives. In fact, you might say that my envy has grown so large that I live a sort of “Walter Mitty” secret life. There is a TV show that I stream almost on a daily basis because of my envy. I have talked about it here before. It is a New Zealand TV show on AcornTV entitled “800 Words”. It is about a widower who moves his teenage kids to a small NZ town called Weld, to get away from all the ghosts in his life. Of course, he continues to be plagued by one thing or another for the three seasons of the shows’ existence. Unfortunately, the show was abruptly cut short by COVID! I wish I could form a production company to bring it back
The show centers around George Turner who is a widower. I am kinda living his life as my own now. I have watched the entire series four times in the last six months. It is a regular staple for my breakfast meal. George has his problems, but he always has people around him to support him. Every character on the show has one quirk or another, but they all mesh so well together. They all support each other despite, or maybe because of their differences.
To me, the show almost represents a utopia of life. I know Weld, which is the town where the show takes place, is a make believe place, but if I could choose anywhere to live in the world right now that small NZ town would be my first choice. Now, before you start strongly recommending analysis, I am not demented. I continue to live in the real world, but why can’t I also have a “Walter Mitty” or maybe “Ally McBeal” life in my dreams?
What is the harm in once in a while, forgetting that I don’t fit well into the real world? What’s wrong with dreaming that I am in sync with those around me? I will soon be finishing up my 75th year. Let me have my dreams. Sometimes, I think that is about the only thing I have left.
Yes, I envy those who had life so easy. I often spout that
Adversity builds character
but sometimes I wish I didn’t have so much character.