Mr Buddy: The Road To Stupid

Meet Mr Buddy (aka Buddy Munro). Throughout his illustrious career he has played tennis on the wings of a plane in flight, skied down one of the longest escalators in the world and has flirted with the reaper so many times that his Facebook relationship status reads “it’s complicated”. In his monthly column, Buddy will use his life experience to help us all find our very own, inner idiot. According to Buddy, it’s time to stop taking ourselves too seriously and venture out onto the open road, a road he has dubbed “The Road To Stupid”.  

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Words: Mr Buddy

Stupid is a great place to be, if you’re not stupid, then there’s a possibility that you’re clever. Yuck. Where’s the fun in that?

In life, it’s generally best not to know the answer. In fact, it’s best to not even understand the question. The fun you can have from asking questions is infinitely more fun than answering them, it forces you to connect to the world. The alternative is to be part of the navel-gazing intellectual elite, forever in fear of being exposed that you’re merely repeating answers that you obtained from looking them up in something as crass as a book, written, god forbid, by someone else. Do you really want to be that person? How horrific. Just imagine if that book hadn’t existed, or furthermore, this article didn’t, then you too might be free to search, to inquire, and to actually think for yourself.

If you’re following anything of what I’m saying here, then chances are you’re too clever, and like me, it’s probably time for you to venture down a new road, one of stupidity. For years I’d been trying to be clever. I can’t blame anyone for that, but I will, I was brought up that way. I was made to go to school and learn stuff and then worse, told that one day I would repeat it back to someone in exchange for something called money. I was told it was going to lead me somewhere, but it was an empty vessel, void of any real adventure, and this is why I can wholeheartedly recommend being a bit more stupid.

 Here's me being stupid by playing tennis on the wing of a plane. 

Here's me being stupid by playing tennis on the wing of a plane. 

You might be pondering that you could never be stupid, but fear not, you’re not alone. Every day I get a heap of messages from people asking me, ‘I think I’ve taken a wrong road in life, how can I be as stupid as you?’ Well, the answer is simple, you can’t. No one could possibly live the life I’ve lived, you couldn’t even come close to it, not because I am more stupid than you, and not because you couldn’t surpass the things I’ve done, but because I am a fictional character. That’s right, I’ve made myself up. I’m a product of my own imagination, I don’t actually exist. So how could you, so firmly attached to your identity, to what you do for a living and glued to where you live, how could you ever begin to live a more liberated life, unless you too, like me, get fictional.

And here’s the very first lesson to living a sillier, more stupid life.

Lesson 1: ‘Don’t worry if you don’t know where you’re going in life, just be sure you know how you’re going to get there’. In other words, choose the right vehicle. Now, when I say vehicle I don’t mean something like a car or a motorbike, that would be far too smart, I mean what sort of ‘you’ is going to carry ‘you’ to where you don’t know where you’re going.

There are loads of vehicles you can choose from, you’re limited only by your imagination. And it’s not a problem if you’re not happy with your new choice, you can change as many times as you want, that’s the beauty of thinking for yourself. Of course, these things can take a little time, so don’t be afraid to experiment a little, I didn’t get it right at first.

 This one wasn’t working for me at all, turns out nobody likes a miserable guts.

This one wasn’t working for me at all, turns out nobody likes a miserable guts.

 Someone else had already chosen this one and they didn’t want to share.

Someone else had already chosen this one and they didn’t want to share.

 I was getting close here but something was missing

I was getting close here but something was missing

And finally, after years of refining Buddy, making him slightly amusing in places, lovable in others, and getting him to do things the other person was never going to achieve, I became this guy.

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A confident middle-aged man, wearing pants in minus 30 Russia. If only Michelangelo was alive today hey? It’s obvious what he’d be sculpting. So I dare you, for the next 24 hours try not being yourself and see where it takes you. You don’t need to take all your clothes off, that’s just childish, but whatever you do, under no circumstances tell anyone you’re someone else, that would be stupid, and then where would you go?

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