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Am I Anti-Opinion?

When I haven’t written anything for my blog in a while, I start to wonder what’s stopping me. Sometimes it’s a lack of inspiration, other times a lack of motivation. Often I’ve fallen out of my routine.

Since moving to America, I’ve had a lot going on in my life to think about (and so, a lot to write about.) But still, I’ve found I’d prefer to do other things.

Much of my writing is about my perspective or my experiences. My opinions. But upon moving to America, that’s something I’ve found myself overwhelmed with.

I’ve become tired of opinions.

For anybody thinking of moving here, a piece of advice: don’t move in an election year. You will be bombarded by opinions.

I think this. She thinks that. We think something. They think something else.

You’re wrong. He’s wrong. Everybody is wrong.

You can’t turn on the TV without seeing something foaming at the mouth, shouting about some person or some thing.

Everywhere you look, people are arguing, angry about some topic.

It gets tiring. 

I’m not above it either. I find myself drawn into arguments from time to time, as we all do. Feeling a surge of adrenaline as somebody says something I disagree with, thinking, “I’ll show them how wrong they are.”

I think we can somehow fool ourselves into believing we’re doing something worthy when we argue with others. Like we’ll help them see the light.

When mostly all we want to do is prove them wrong and feel good about ourselves. Often it’s a waste of oxygen. We are all so narrow-minded that rarely do even the most civil discussions lead to useful conclusions.

So mostly I’ve tried to avoid arguments, discussions and whatever else you’d like to call them. If somebody says something I disagree with, I’ll take a breath and just ask myself, “Why bother? I’ll just get frustrated with myself and all that will do is make me feel upset and nothing else.”

Part of me wishes to say that this is purely an American thing. Often it feels like opinion is more important than fact here.

But I’m sure the UK has similar issues  at the moment. These last few years have been especially divisive in the UK and America. Many of us are divided by our opinions. There’s a lot to argue about.

I find it a bit disheartening. I don’t think the world is as black and white as we often want it to be. A person isn’t all bad because they have an opinion we disagree with. We’re all complex in our beliefs, but that’s often the last thing we’ll consider.

I suppose my main issue is that I believe it’s better to find common ground with others, rather than to focus on what divides us. Nothing good comes from division. It’s probably better to bond with a person over your shared love of football than it is to argue with them over their political beliefs that will never change.

I’m starting to sound a bit idealistic and possibly naive. I do think that we should challenge our beliefs and the extreme beliefs of others.

But I don’t necessarily think that our entire lives need to be devoted to our opinions. Which is how it can often feel.

Anyway, what does this have to do with my blog? (And yes, I get the irony of this opinion piece being a direct attack on opinions.)

I guess I’m often just too tired to write about what I think and feel, when I’m surrounded by what others think and feel a lot of the time. My energy for writing has been drained by an atmosphere of constant opinion and outrage.

To sum it up:

I can’t be arsed with opinion.

Adjusting to Life in America

Before leaving for a new life in America, I believed that moving here would be easy. Over the last two months I’ve found the adjustment to be anything but.

Numerous people back home told me how envious they were about my moving to America. To them, the idea of living in the USA reminds them of past holidays. Great food, good weather, good beer, cheap shopping. No worries. Continue reading Adjusting to Life in America

Motivating Yourself to Travel

canoeing in vancouver
Canoeing in Vancouver

Seven or so years ago, I was at university and severely depressed. I could barely peel myself out of bed in the morning, I didn’t have the energy for anything. Going to the kitchen to make breakfast was like climbing a mountain, so most days I didn’t bother. It was easier to starve. Eventually, the hunger would become too painful and only then would I stumble to make a sandwich. I was completely unmotivated.

I was completely unmotivated. Continue reading Motivating Yourself to Travel

I Quit My 9 to 5 Job to Travel (And It Didn’t Solve All of My Problems)

daniel miserable on a beach

Around four years ago today, I was sitting in an office, staring out the window, dreaming of travel. I’d finished university a few years earlier and instead of continuing to chase my passions, I had stayed put. I was trapped like a deer in the headlights of life. Paralysed and unable to do anything.

My friends all seemed to have gone on to better things. But me? I still lived with my parents, moving between menial jobs, doing not a lot of anything. Just sitting in an office day-by-day. Staring out that window. Dreaming. Continue reading I Quit My 9 to 5 Job to Travel (And It Didn’t Solve All of My Problems)

Is Finding Yourself Through Travel for Idiots?

Travel, eventually, turns everybody into an insufferable prick. Maybe at home you are the most level-headed person in the world without the tiniest shred of pretension. But spend a long enough time away and it will happen. You will turn into one of those people. You know the type I’m talking about. The people who “find themselves.”

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Nature Tours on the Otago Peninsula

After weeks spent in rural towns, Dunedin came as a bit of a shock. It seems like most places on New Zealand’s South Island are barely big enough to qualify as towns, let alone cities. So coming into a big city like Dunedin is a bit of an eye-opener.

At night the stars no longer shine, the city lights too bright. The rolling green fields vanish, replaced with wooden houses on tidy streets. The buildings grow upwards, looming over you, covering the sky. For once you’re in a place where people out number the sheep.

Continue reading Nature Tours on the Otago Peninsula