I’m a big fan of quizzes. I think it all started with Australian tween magazines ‘Dolly’ and ‘Girlfriend’ (hands up if you remember) which we gals used to pour over on bus trips between Netball practises (Netball is a real sport by the way…you doubting North Americans).

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Foul! No touching in Netball

I am a little bit very stubborn, and I don’t like being told what to do, or have people tell me who I am… unless it comes in the form of inane quizzes created by bored interns (I am assuming…maybe I’m wrong and psychologists are sitting around discussing how the Ego and the Id grapple with the difference between “Mostly A’s” and “Mostly B’s”)

While doing an online Buzzfeed quiz recently, a question jumped out at my friends and I, and while we chose our answers and moved on to “which pie most accurately represents you, “(lemon meringue…duh) the question has really stuck with me.

The question was:

“Would you rather that things were good, or interesting?”

Sitting with my girlfriend playing this game, a girl who like me has travelled for work, met truly eccentric characters involved in the world of entertainment, and had extremely random experiences, the answer seemed obvious.

“I would rather things were interesting.”

I can never turn my buzzing brain off, and so it was that the question came back to plague me at 3am last night, and has spent time bouncing around my skull through the day.

“Why do ‘interesting’ and ‘good’ have to be mutually exclusive?” I fretted, clutching my pillow, heart racing for no apparent reason.

If you have a good life, does that mean that nothing interesting happens? If you have an interesting life, does that mean that you have to put up with the lumps in the soup of life?

I’m not sure.

I have personally always feared “good”. When everything seems to be going my way and all the lights are green, and all the ticks are in the boxes, that is when I throw a personal grenade into the situation. Change jobs, pick a fight, change locations, have a meltdown (you know…the usual). I’m not sure why I do that. I guess I like the stress and the busy work of then putting all the pieces of life back together.

What I’m working on as I get older, is breathing more, thinking less, and letting the happiness and goodness in the moments stitch together to be interesting in themselves.

I’m trying to stop looking over the paddock fence at other people’s grass and just water my own grass (not figure out how to switch out the grasses in the dead of night).

Yes, I think things CAN be good and interesting at the same time, but it’s a state of mind.
It’s about finding the interesting in the details and not in the big picture. It definitely is about appreciating what you have AND working towards what you don’t.

Or maybe it’s about not taking stupid quizzes and just living your life.

Don’t ask me. I’m a lemon meringue pie.