Once, as I sauntered across the road on the way to the office, I came smack against a tour bus.
Not a proper crossing, you see. Just one of those, "Ok cars, cars, cars, cars, NO CARS GO FOR IT" things. There's a little grassy divider in the middle you can walk along while waiting to repeat the same routine for the other side, and that's where I was.
Full of white tourists, it was, mostly staring glassily ahead. The hell the bus was doing there in the first place, I don't know.
But, yes. One white woman, in her fifties or so, was observing me with interest. I looked up and waved and, charmed, she waved back with a smile.
Only later did it occur to me that what must have been on her mind was, "What a cute little native."
Familarity breeds contempt, 'tis true. The wonderful person you marry now is an abrasive piece of shit who leaves the cap off the toothpaste, ten years later. Applies to where you live too, I guess. It's all the same drear thing, and you have no idea how someone else could be enchanted by it.
Though, could be, and prolly is me being me.
Increasingly, people I know are going places, doing things. The missus is in Australia. Getting laid, I can only imagine. Someone else has gone to climb Everest, hopefully retaining all her limbs in the process. Have just met a 19-year-old New Yorker who, contrary to popular (my) belief, does not go around swearing at people and is sort of travelling the world on a working holiday during his summer break. Other people are on a six-month, 'round the world holiday.
An honourable mention here is my thirteen-year-old trapped in thirty-year-old body friend. Delightful little thing, and regularly flies all over the place to compulsively fall in love at large festivals.
Because it is hard to tell in text, especially while drunk, and extraspecially with my personality in general, that was not derogatory.
And I will finally meet the Techgeist, who is coming from California to hump the local women here, after he's done with the women in Japan.
Charming rogue that he is, one can only hope that his humpee is not the missus. While I'm in the room. After I've gone to get them drinks. In my house. On my bed. While watching my porn.
Sorry, little carried away with the fanta...um...imagination, there.
So yes, here I am, have been to fuck-all, and having a beer after doing fuck-all at work today, slowly getting fatter and broker. Hmmm.
I'd like to travel the world. Meet interesting people, see interesting things, eat interesting food. Before death or impotence, I'd like to meet Eddie Izzard, Hard Gay (Not what you think I swear!), and the lovely ladies Brittany Murphy and Jennifer Love Hewitt. Preferrably both at once, in a...
Sorry, carried away again. Though, being Chinese and an exceptionally inept one, that's atwo minute fantasy, tops.
Yeah, I'd like to.
Ok, wistful-wistful moment over. More beer, HOO!.
Cheers.
