Oh, how I yearn for those days when someone made up my bed every morning and served me meals whenever I was hungry. No, I'm not talking about when I was a child too young to fend for myself. I'm referring to last week, when Wayne cleaned my bathroom and gave me fresh towels every day, and Zsolt handed me a dinner menu each night and I blindly followed his recommendations.
I really had it easy. I didn't have to drive myself to Los Angeles to get on the ship. I didn't have to make any reservations or think of all the contingencies. All I had to do was put up a little money and then show up. I doubt anything like that will ever happen to me again. Maybe I should have appreciated it more, but I was too busy enjoying it.
Spoiled? Maybe a little. A lot of the time I get away with not doing things I don't want to do. Most of the time I don't have a week on a cruise ship to show for my bad attitude. And to be fair to myself, I usually try to make up for it in other ways. My limited talents don't allow for much, but I do what I can. I try to be ready when asked, and to volunteer when possible.
But let's face it. I don't have to do much to live the way I do. I get my job done and pay my rent. If that's the most effort I have to make, it's a pretty soft life compared to the rest of the world. If I feel a little lonely sometimes, or lost or detached, that's the price I pay. I could probably do something about it; I just don't.