A Reverse Bucket List

Reverse bucket lists are lists of things you don’t have to do which I thought was quite interesting. Inspired by this, I decided to write my own reverse bucket list and my reasons behind each of them:

1. Get a tattoo

I went with my best friend to get her first tattoo and held her hand all the way through it. It looks good but I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when she’s a grandmother with wrinkly skin (because aging is inevitable unlike what some seem to be obtuse about). Don’t get me wrong, I like some people’s tattoos but they’re definitely not for me. Sometimes I go crazy doodling possible tats on my arm and wrist but then the obsession fades and that is why I will never get one. It is, after all, a lifetime commitment and I’m the type of person who has phases and keeps changing her mind. It also hurts and my pain threshold isn’t too good so no way will I go near needles voluntarily.

2. Get married and have kids

Speaking of lifetime commitments, I don’t know if marriage and kids is all that it’s cracked up to be. There’s a lot of worrying and diapers and possible chauvinistic husbands who expect you to cook dinner after getting home from work and I most definitely don’t plan on cooking too much. I’m more of the eating type, you see.

3. Eat sushi or beef or anything else I don’t want to. 

A friend of mine keeps pestering me to eat a beef burger knowing all too well that A) I’m a vegetarian and B) It’s against my religion. Most people I’ve come across make faces when I order my food asking, “How can you not eat meat?” like it’s something  utterly unheard of. It’s simple, I just don’t. And I don’t ever have to either.

4. Run a marathon.



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