I am drunk and in need of a rant. Just a regular rant and at the same time, not your ordinary rant. The distance between places seems odd to me. My brain just doesn’t really understand how far away distant lands are. In my mind, I can fall asleep and wake up elsewhere. Fall asleep in LA and wake up in Vegas. Fall asleep in San Francisco and wake up in Hong Kong. Fall asleep in North Carolina and wake up in Paris. And so it goes. The world is small in modern human terms. Life costs so much because we are programed to pay for it. People are annoying because we hang out with them even though we already can spot an annoying character within the first glance. My bed is comfortable because it is. Someone is gorgeous because of his accent. I don’t care about things because they don’t matter. I don’t watch TV. My world is better than yours because I live it. Old friends aren’t friends because they are full of shit in some way. If I could change anything about him, it would only be his location and hair cut…to start with…opps. perhaps that means I should just find another, or go back.
I was nervous about flying there to visit him because I’m not always the most exciting person to be around and it is stressful to feel the need to be more entertaining. Plus I tend to ramble in too much detail about things that others aren’t necessarily interested in. But I got off the plane and there he was. I mean, we never really hung out alone together before and here I was visiting for an entire week. I just had guts and was putting them to good use because I really wanted to hang out with him.
I was quickly put at ease. He loaded my suit case into his car and off I went with my personal tour guide telling me all the drama of the area with a wittiness no one could possibly fake. I had such a great time, we went swimming, snorkeling, climbed rocks, saw lava, watched movies, all the usual tourist things with the extra benefit of participating in someone’s everyday life.