Where did the adventure go? It left ...perhaps for good. All I think of now is "channel 2, or channel 3?" "couch, or bed?"......such boredom! Ah!
I find myself imagining about being stranded somewhere, lost without an internet connection, looking for a place to eat. My day-dream obviously ends well with me finding a ramen shop, which I subsequently pillage as I fill my empty stomach while the locals stare in disbelief. Food tastes better when you haven't eaten in a bit....
The Troubles of Modern Life
So, I am back to square one. Back to 'normal life'. I haven't been updating the blog as much. Sorry, but really....are you sure you want to know about how I went from my bed, to the sofa, then back to the bed, and then finished off such a routine by making myself a penut-butter/jelly sandwhich? Or perhaps you would be interested in knowing how after watching 4 hours of Japanese soap-operas, I took a shower. Yes a shower. I'm really starting to think that I could make a book out of this blog, you know? "And so then...I washed my armpits. First the right one. Then the left. They were smelly. Not from riding up steep dangerous hills...but from an even bigger enemy.........separating glass, plastic and combustibles, for proper recycling purposes". Sigh.... by the way, the butler did it. Seems murderous butlers are not stopped by any sort of cultural differences. Those bastards.
I can't even tell you which day involved what anymore. A whole week has passed since my last post, and I can only remember a couple of hours of worthy details. Normal life.... blah, there's nothing normal about it. Nope. I'm not going to say that I am exaggerating either. Seven hours on the road lasted longer than seven days sitting around doing nothing. Don't get me wrong. I do love a lazy day every once in a while. Chilling....watching TV, doing absolutely nothing. You could say I am a pro at that actually. I make it look like an art form and a science simultaneously. I'm that good at it.
I remember the summer vacations. The ones I used to use and abuse so hard that I would forget what month it was. I'd let my facial hair grow, my belly get fat, and my mind sort of go on stand-by for weeks without end. I will admit. There is a strange beauty in the temporary but complete putrification of the human essence. But......after all that is over and done, what are you really left with? A couple of extra pounds, a pair of flabby arms, two skinny pale legs, a bit of anti-social thinking, and a large feeling of being CRAP. "I gotta do something with my life" I would usually think after such lethargic periods of degradation, itching for something else. But the couch....it was terribly comfortable. And the internet, the TV, my best friends, full of junk I never wanted to watch, but watched anyways. You can't say no to that.
But, it tends to fast-forward. Life, I mean. The mind gets used to it, you repeat the same movements, the same thoughts, the same...whatever, and so your mind decides to check-out for a bit. "I'll get back to recording when you decide to do something...alright buds?"
I wonder....if you do that enough times, do you wake up one day realizing you are 80 years old, feeling like your life was just a really long weekend? Hmmm.... but then, fighting wild animals in the Savannah is not really a better alternative, is it? I always said this life was strange. You get one answer, and then realize you have 10 more questions that follow. Sometimes I wish I was ignorant.
It seems that after fighting every animal, natural disaster, every element and factor, we humans finally managed to win. We did it. Yay! Good job everyone. Pat each other on the back. Go ahead. Do it damn it.
We are not being chased by lions anymore. No wolves stealing our kids at night cause we live in a cave. No more dying because you cut your finger on a rose bush.............question is, though.......................................................now what?
...Channel 3 it is.
Health Update
It hurts to shower. Hurts to get up. Hurts to lay down. Uhm....hurts to put my shirts on, hurts to cough and it really hurts to sneeze. Other than that, I am doing swell! But, I do have to admit, I am getting better by the day. For example, each day begins with me waking up to a severe need to go to the bathroom. After a good 10 minutes of debating with myself on the pros and cons of both life paths, I always end up getting up. Problem is that going from horizontal to vertical with a broken collar bone translates to a pain that can only be described as a samurai jumping out of the closet and stabbing me with 10 foot lance as he cries vengeance for his murdered brother. But....now, the pain has become just a little stab, like one from a hungry homeless man with a self-made shank. He just wants to eat. Don't blame him for stabbing me. It's not a fair world, you know? But anyways, I'm a big boy. I'll survive.
Two more weeks at most. Then? Not sure what is next yet. In two days I am going back to the doctor. He is either going to give me good news, or tell me that it is all over. Until then, I am going to keep dreaming of the great outdoors....and watching Japanese soap-operas.
PS: No pictures? What the heck do you want to see, a picture of my microwave??
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