I haven’t been on that many vacations, but the one thing I’ve noticed over the years is every time vacation comes up, everyone is so happy to leave wherever they’re at. Yet this is the time when they totally destroy themselves. And they work so hard to get to those one to two weeks of freedom; they really pound themselves to death working long hours, and they’re all so happy to get away, they say, “Yeah! It’s finally over! It’s party time!” And when they get back they say, “God, I’m glad it’s over!”
Now, I don’t know where these people go or what they do, but while they’re on these supposed “vacations,” they end up pushing themselves to the breaking point, risking life and limb, or the health of their major organs, to “have a good time.” Yet they all boast about what a great time they’ve had and that they’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Kind of like people from Chicago after a really bad snowstorm.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure everyone deserves a break now and then, but I’d like to study the concept of taking off a week for a vacation to go to exotic places and do new and exciting things which ultimately end up being more exhausting than relaxing, which I was given to understand was the whole meaning behind taking a vacation in the first place.
Last time I had a vacation, I went horseback riding in Utah and you know what I learned? I hate horses, I hate riding, and it hurts a lot when they step on your toes. My allergies were so bad I couldn’t breathe half the time. It took me a week to plan the trip, get everything I needed, buy plane tickets, and two of the seven days I had off was spent traveling. The rest was spent riding horses through a hot, dry desert with mosquitoes the size of horseflies. But don’t forget: I earned this, I worked hard and I deserved to have some time off doing something new and exciting, right? So I shouldn’t be too put out that the horse urinated on my shoes and bit my hand (I swear it was deliberate) when I was feeding it, right?
For me, taking a vacation is absolutely exhausting, especially when there’s a significant chance of being injured or killed by a big dumb beast, or there’s kids involved. Some people might love going on vacations to the mountains, swimming in the sea, or skydiving, but I would rather take a couple days off, have a few beers, and then go back to work before traveling halfway around the country just to get stepped on by a horse.
I save those excruciatingly painful vacations, which involve a lot of planning, plane tickets, and strenuous activities, for once a year; mostly around Christmas, when I’m trying to avoid extended family. And for everything else, there are plenty of ways to get injured or killed locally that involve less travel time.