Today was planned to be a long day. It started as planed, with taking the bus in to work, where I had a productive day and good meetings, but I had to leave the final meeting before it was done (but after it had been scheduled to end) to go catch the bus, so that I would be hone on time to drive to Skellefteå after work for the training session to work at the poling place during the upcoming election.
But just as the bus arrived my hips started aching, as they do occasionally when I have spent too much time sitting, and the though of having to first sit 1.5 hours on the bus, then drive 35 minutes, just to sit and listen to a presentation for 2.5 hours sounded unpleasant enough that I logged in and switched to a later course opportunity.
After getting home I lay on the couch and read for a bit, did my yoga, and then I wanted to go to bed directly after yoga. Instead we stayed up talking till midnight.
One topic of conversation was the clash between my preference for an unscheduled life where I do what I feel for, when I feel for it, without needing to make plans, with the reality of living in a world wherein people like planning and scheduling things on the calendar.
I mean, this is fine for special occasions like SCA events that go on the calendar months in advance, and take lots of planning, but I don’t care to plan out every minute of my week with details about who I will spend time with when and what we will be doing then.
Yet Keldor very much wants to know if advance when I will be unavailable to spend time with him, so he can plan to fill that time with something else he enjoys doing. On paper, this sounds like a reasonable request. Why then does it feel like a burden?
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