Problem Island

We did a little exercise in counselling this week.  Basically we had to think about what things we would banish to Problem Island, and what things we would place on our Perfect Island.  It might not have been Perfect Island, but I can’t think of what else it might have been.  It doesn’t really matter anyway.  But the point of this post is that it got me thinking about what things in my life I would do away with if I could, and what I really want to achieve.  So, things I would banish to Problem Island are as follows:

• the current government
• the jobcentre (or the people working there who treat me like crap because I chose to be a mother to my daughter.)
• anyone who tries to make me feel like crap for being a mother to my daughter.  I don’t try to make them feel like crap for paying other people to bring their kids up for them (And there I go with the judgemental language.)
• violence
• crime and other obvious things
• David Cameron (Ok so I know he’s a member of the current government, but I dislike the man that much he deserve his own bullet point.)
• The Family
• pollen
• money

I’m sure there are plenty of other things, and of course I’m not really being serious.  The exercises was more about recognising stresses in our lives really.  I guess my major stresses are the government and money.  Without the need for money I might be able to get my counselling degree.  And without the government, sure there’d be anarchy and stuff, but there wouldn’t be all this anti-family legislation being pushed through. 

Now, on my perfect island I would have as follows:

• music
• books
• I’d be able to write well, and maybe even become a novelist
• I’d be able to play guitar
• The Child would be happy
• we’d have a nice decent house
• I’d live near my friends, and therefore have a social life
• I’d be able to get my counselling degree
• there’d be flowers without pollen
• I’d have a good job that I’m good at and enjoy (such as counselling.)
• men wouldn’t be complete twats
• I’d be happy

And I’m aware my list isn’t that impressive.  And I didn’t really go down the love route.  But I guess I’m still not entirely trusting of love and stuff.  In my experience love comes right before being screwed over.  But what do I know?  I’m still naive and haven’t done much living and stuff.  Oh, and on my perfect island, grabbing someone’s bum in a bar is not an acceptable way to get their attention if you want a dance.  Such action will see you banished to Problem Island.  Though that admittedly hasn’t happened since March.  So I’m adding sexism to Problem Island I guess.  Feminism is not needed on Perfect Island of course. 

So I kind of know what I want from life, and marriage and babies still aren’t it.  Happiness for me still revolves around music and books.  Yay.  And counselling too.  Here’s hoping I do get the chance to do something about that.