The power of accurate observation is called cynicism by those who have not got it.
-George Bernard Shaw
dear jess,
I usually began with stories of coffee cups, or self stupidity, but today I’ve ran out of silliness.
On Sunday I sat in on a conversation of a boy on his first backpacking trip to a nearby country for a mere six days. Yes six days should rarely qualify for all the over-ness that I had to hear over my two weeks of carrying two backpacks.
So there this boy goes talking to this man, who hasn’t been into this country because this man was borrowing (lending?) this boy his 600 dollar backpack. And he tells him, be careful people will just walk away with the bag (this are things you will face when you go to that country..) or his wise questioning on will you leave your bag at “base” or carry it around…
Its six days for goodness sake!
Okay, so perhaps part of my irritation is that I just got myself an 80 dollar backpack for my upcoming two week backpacking trip to two or three countries if I get lucky. Or that neither of them would look me in the eye or hear what I would have to say when I’ve been there. Well somewhat in the next country. Or the irony of using a 600 dollar bag on a ‘backpacking’ trip for SIX days. But still mostly that no one was listening to me.
And people ask me why I don’t tell them about my trip or about myself. This is exactly why. People rarely want to listen.
And whilst I’m deeply in love with my eighty dollar backpack, it needs to be exchanged due to sewing issues. Yes, perhaps because six hundred dollars can pay for half or more of my trip I’m glad to say that I don need air conditioning, hot water, or even fully clean beds to survive in another country.
But once in a while, I do need, yes I need people to look me in the eye and listen or talk to me, like I’m a real human being.
This does help people from sliding into depression, murders, nonchalant –ness and perhaps, you know; talking to themselves in letters.
There. Who said I ran out of silliness.
yours,
-George Bernard Shaw
dear jess,
I usually began with stories of coffee cups, or self stupidity, but today I’ve ran out of silliness.
On Sunday I sat in on a conversation of a boy on his first backpacking trip to a nearby country for a mere six days. Yes six days should rarely qualify for all the over-ness that I had to hear over my two weeks of carrying two backpacks.
So there this boy goes talking to this man, who hasn’t been into this country because this man was borrowing (lending?) this boy his 600 dollar backpack. And he tells him, be careful people will just walk away with the bag (this are things you will face when you go to that country..) or his wise questioning on will you leave your bag at “base” or carry it around…
Its six days for goodness sake!
Okay, so perhaps part of my irritation is that I just got myself an 80 dollar backpack for my upcoming two week backpacking trip to two or three countries if I get lucky. Or that neither of them would look me in the eye or hear what I would have to say when I’ve been there. Well somewhat in the next country. Or the irony of using a 600 dollar bag on a ‘backpacking’ trip for SIX days. But still mostly that no one was listening to me.
And people ask me why I don’t tell them about my trip or about myself. This is exactly why. People rarely want to listen.
And whilst I’m deeply in love with my eighty dollar backpack, it needs to be exchanged due to sewing issues. Yes, perhaps because six hundred dollars can pay for half or more of my trip I’m glad to say that I don need air conditioning, hot water, or even fully clean beds to survive in another country.
But once in a while, I do need, yes I need people to look me in the eye and listen or talk to me, like I’m a real human being.
This does help people from sliding into depression, murders, nonchalant –ness and perhaps, you know; talking to themselves in letters.
There. Who said I ran out of silliness.
yours,
jess
1 comment:
where u headed to?-lee-on
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