Wrote this last night but couldn't connect to the internet, so it's getting posted 12 hours late:
It's about midnight here in Antalya, Turkey, and I'm sitting in a hotel room listening to country music. The whiskey was finished some time ago and I've moved on to the local beer, which is pretty aweful. No matter, they're giving it out for free about 100 meters from where I'm sitting, which makes it a lot easier to drink. Tomorrow I fly back to Tel Aviv and get on with what's passing for my life these days. As much as I've enjoyed my little vacation there has been a bit of a downside. I'm sharing a room with a coworker, who never ceases to amaze me with his disgusting habits. Things like draining the bathtub after using it and flushing the toilet seem like pretty basic things, but they are completely beyond the limits of his abilities. The list goes on and on, and he is seriously starting to damage my calm.
Well, enough of that. Having a lot of weird sexual tension with a girl I work with for the last couple weeks. Now, don't get me wrong, even I am not stupid enough to sleep with someone who a) I work with b) lives in the same apartment building as me and c) is French. Ok, that last one isn't so bad, but it was funny. Still though, it's starting to get weird, and I think other people have started to notice. Seems like something must be done, but it would obviously end badly, even if that something didn't involve sleeping with her. I think I'll just have to do what I do best and avoid her.
Shit, I'm out of beer and I think the bar has closed, normally I would still give it a shot, but I think the other members of my party have used up all of our favors here. Might be a long night. I've had this weird feeling recently, this sort of sense that, although I've made all of the right choices in my life. I've made them at the wrong times. I seem to have arrived too early or too late to most of the best things that have been going on around me. Now this isn't that sort of general sense of missing out on things, that's just perfectly normal low-level paranoia, that's not what this is. There are specific things, but I won't get into it now. I promise that this makes perfect sense to me, and if I were a touch more sober I'd explain it. I'd use examples and everything, but for now you'll just have to trust me that it isn't gibberish. Have I ever mislead you before?
Well, time to get some sleep, after all, I have a flight to catch in 22 hours.
It's about midnight here in Antalya, Turkey, and I'm sitting in a hotel room listening to country music. The whiskey was finished some time ago and I've moved on to the local beer, which is pretty aweful. No matter, they're giving it out for free about 100 meters from where I'm sitting, which makes it a lot easier to drink. Tomorrow I fly back to Tel Aviv and get on with what's passing for my life these days. As much as I've enjoyed my little vacation there has been a bit of a downside. I'm sharing a room with a coworker, who never ceases to amaze me with his disgusting habits. Things like draining the bathtub after using it and flushing the toilet seem like pretty basic things, but they are completely beyond the limits of his abilities. The list goes on and on, and he is seriously starting to damage my calm.
Well, enough of that. Having a lot of weird sexual tension with a girl I work with for the last couple weeks. Now, don't get me wrong, even I am not stupid enough to sleep with someone who a) I work with b) lives in the same apartment building as me and c) is French. Ok, that last one isn't so bad, but it was funny. Still though, it's starting to get weird, and I think other people have started to notice. Seems like something must be done, but it would obviously end badly, even if that something didn't involve sleeping with her. I think I'll just have to do what I do best and avoid her.
Shit, I'm out of beer and I think the bar has closed, normally I would still give it a shot, but I think the other members of my party have used up all of our favors here. Might be a long night. I've had this weird feeling recently, this sort of sense that, although I've made all of the right choices in my life. I've made them at the wrong times. I seem to have arrived too early or too late to most of the best things that have been going on around me. Now this isn't that sort of general sense of missing out on things, that's just perfectly normal low-level paranoia, that's not what this is. There are specific things, but I won't get into it now. I promise that this makes perfect sense to me, and if I were a touch more sober I'd explain it. I'd use examples and everything, but for now you'll just have to trust me that it isn't gibberish. Have I ever mislead you before?
Well, time to get some sleep, after all, I have a flight to catch in 22 hours.
inglis:
I have that "late" feeling too sometimes- going to university at 24. but then I look around, and see some people who are doing or have done the same. I think of all the really different things I got to do, and it was all worth while.