Yesterday was a day of missed opportunities and missed trains. Nothing went as planned and really, I didn’t expect it to. Ended up hanging out with a friend for about two hours and dinner and that was the day. Spent the rest of it at the hotel vegging out, reading my book, and watching TV. I’m a very patient person. I know that. I always have been. While there are times that I’m a spaz, I can get through the most boring or most painful times by putting my mind in another place and willing myself through it. Because of this, for a guy, I’m a pretty good shopping partner. I don’t throw fits and you’ll never see if I’m bored out of my mind because I’ll manage to find something even halfway neat to look at and concentrate on that.
I’m not one to spoil the party or call too much attention to myself either. I kind of like invisibility. That’s why switching shirts from plain Jane vanilla to something a little more flashy really took me some thinking about to try. Especially yesterday when I got all decked out, went out, and didn’t make my connection. I was the guy in the wild shirt at the station looking stupid and not saying anything. I don’t know if it made me more approachable or not, but an old lady did pass some time by comparing PDAs with me as she waited for her ride. That was a trip, she had a Palm Zire and knew technology. “In my country” or “Out on top of the hill where I live” NO ONE knows technology. PDAs are still a mystery and I’m that weird fella who has one.
I don’t know if I like everyone being up on technology. Stops making me unique, I guess. It’s like the professor on Gilligan’s Island. He was top dog — ON THE ISLAND — when they got off the island all he did was invent things that had already been invented. He went from king of the hill and getting some attention from Ginger and Maryann because he could invent the bicycle powered washing machine to nothing (well, okay he was stalked by a bunch of college girls in the reunion movie, but that was due to his charm and not his inventive prowess), over night.
I really don’t know how this ends. I’m half awake, mind you, again waking up at 7 because I thought it was 8. My thinking is all off right now. Since I have to be on at one time and off on another. It’s almost 6:50 am local time. That’s what I have to keep remembering. So I’m going to give myself ANOTHER complex by having to subtract an hour while I’m doing what I have to do this morning.
I’m editing videos right now. I still had some left over from Friday and I think I’ll burn them to DVD today. I do have time to do that. I haven’t had the inspiration to do new strips, which I had wanted to do, nor have I done anything of importance on this trip. I guess that’s what vacation is all about. I’m losing myself in nothingness and I kind of like it. Well kinda.
On that note …
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