There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Homer, The Odyssey
Travelling is a big part of your new life. You always wanted to travel and dreamt of beautiful and sunny places in exotic lands, where the culture is so different from yours that you don’t have to apologise when you offend their traditions.
There are a whole lot of crazy youtubers out there showing you the world and sharing their fascination while fuelling yours. However, what you don’t know or better the thing that you are intent to ignore is the travelling part. Yes, you heard right. You are not in love with travelling, you are in love with seeing new, shiny and luxurious things. You are not in love with the travelling part. Not to mention the adventure part.
To clarify: adventure is the ensemble of shitty things that happen to you while trying to get somewhere. experiencing this kind of things probably causes you to end up in a completely different place. You will be in a great state of anger and frustration which will bring you to question every life decision that led you to the exact moment while hating everyone near you. After a relative short period of time, which depends on your overall character settings, you will start to forget the emotions connected to the experience and look at the events in question with a different mind setting. After you realise that your suffering makes other people laugh you will start enjoying the story yourself which will lead you to choose the suffering again to gain more prestige among your peer group.
And to avoid forgetting the pain and suffering, I decided to start writing about my odyssey. It is in fact the eighth time this year that I have embarked in a travelling experience – actually 16th if we keep in mind that one has to travel to the place and then back home again – so apparently I’m suffering from a deep dispatchment from-my-feelings-disorder or some sort of amnesia… or I’m just a masochist due to my crappy childhood. Probably the latter.
Nonetheless so many people pissed me off that I truly don’t know where to start. Maybe the huge amount of bad luck I had is a good thing because now I can write about it; there is nothing better than complaining to strangers on the internet. And apparently, I’m quite funny when I complain.
When I was about sixteen or something (no I’m not going to compare it to the school class I was in, because really, there is nothing more different then the school system in different cities) I re-watched the whole scrubs series in a week and my involuntary assimilation skills led to a subtle change in my personality which showed very clearly while I was complaining, probably about my parents. I was talking on the phone, to be honest I was screaming at my best friend on the phone without any form of punctuation until he started laughing because of the similarities to Dr. Cox. Now that I made my point and you know that I’m funny, I feel like I don’t need to try to be something that I’m not. You have been warned. Enjoy if you want, burn it if you don’t.
Aromatic deception 