I wish I were a clam digger
How tempted would you be to give up your current life for a life of leisure where you can sit around all day and rot your brain with
I mean is it bad, that I seriously contemplate what life would be like as a clam digger?
If I were a clam digger, I could work in the mornings and ride my bike in the evenings. Yes, that bike there. We keep it in the kitchen, don’t you keep your bike in the kitchen?
I could also spend my afternoons being incredibly vain and staring at myself in the mirror. Or I could just buy random antiques and toss them about my house.
Of course there’s the inevitable, many many hours at the beach. I could learn to cliff dive perhaps.
And finally, I could just grow old and gray and sit in my rocking chair for hours while possibly wondering how the hell I’m related to a person who is obsessed by all things