Walking

[martinemonster]

I was going to write a long post about how nice it is to walk to school in the morning. It's a 45 minute walk, and I always go to school while most regular people drive, or ride the bus or tram to their work, so the streets are all mine. This means I can walk as fast as I want and not have to worry about bumping into strangers or ending up behind moziers (people who like to walk really slowly, called "tuslere" in Norwegian). But, since I've lost the recharger for my creative player, I'm instead going to focus on the fact that I've stopped having the patience I had when I was little.

When I was young, I would be prone to walk all by myself, exploring woods and streets and apartment buildings for hours on end. Every part of the world was an exciting new adventure and I needed no company or music to keep me from being bored. I tried to duplicate this feeling my taking a different route to school when I used up the last precious minutes of batteries left on my player, but instead of being an adventure, I found it to be a tiresome and time consuming way of reaching my school. I started trying to walk faster just to get there earlier and not having to spend more time in my own company than strictly necessary. And it's weird because normally I like spending time with me. But normally I also have something to occupy part of my brain, like music.

So my question to you guys is: Do you feel that as you grew up you lost the ability to enjoy just walking by yourself? Do you need constant entertaining to keep yourself occupied enough to enjoy the simple joy of walking (or studying)? And if so, why do you think that is? I'm seriously curious...

This icon is called "oh bloody hell"

Comments

[sortkatt.livejournal.com]

I've never liked walking. Ever. I must have music to entertain me. I like bicycling, but even then (and even when I did small tricks to keep me entertained while biking, like seeing how far I could jump and such), I prefer to have music in my ears. I actually hate walking less now than earlier, and I can remember occasions where short walks have been pleasant, so to some degree I guess my experience is opposite yours.

But more importantly: Did you throw us out last night so that you could write in your lj? I'm deeply wounded, I am. Shame on you.

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

Bah, I was going to bed, I promise...it's just, then I couldn't sleep. (I got to bed at about 3.30) I know it sucks, had I known I'd have preferred the company.