It’s Sunday and normally I would be telling you about the week ahead, but there is no week ahead – it’s today, tomorrow, and Tuesday and that’s it, no more daily posting.
I must admit, when I decided to do this, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Well, I did and I didn’t. Writing everyday is hard. Do I have any writers out there? But here we are, and here I am, writing at the last minute again. What’s it going to take for me to get out of that habit? That’s going to be a goal of mine. I’m going to set getting out of the habit of writing at the last minute to be a goal I achieve by the end of the year. You know, gotta give myself some time.
But I guess the most important thing I can do is write. Better the last minute than not at all. Looking back, I probably should have discussed current events more here, or stuff I read about or saw on the news. I think the only thing in the news that I talked about here was how I discovered who Rich Paul is.
Last week, I was supposed to talk about being social versus being alone, but I don’t think I really talked about that too much. I guess I can expound on that a little more. A lot of people have thought that I’m an introvert because I’m a loner, but I don’t know that that’s really the case. I mean I not really an extravert either, but I think I’m definitely not an introvert. I talk to people in social settings, though I usually don’t initiate the conversation. However once you initiate it, I will make you feel like you are the most important person in the world. I will listen to you blah on about whatever even if it doesn’t interest me, because it kinda interests me that you think anybody would want to hear whatever uninteresting thing you’re talking about. So even though I was initially uninterested I’m now interested – but only to a certain extent. I also have a hard time leaving people who come up to me. I should take cues from how people leave me, but I don’t because I’m always thinking I don’t want to be rude.
Switching gears a little bit, I have this saying that there’s always room for one. It’s one of the great things about going places alone. You can still find a good seat at a concert last minute, you can sit at the bar in a crowded or booked restaurant. In so many instances, people tend to be fine with squeezing in one. So when I went to the Bahamas in August I was a bit dismayed when my party-of-one winning-streak seemed to run out.
We stayed at the Baha Mar – my mother was there for a conference, I was there for some R&R. They have a waterpark there that’s free with your room and I went there by myself. I was going to get on this one slide when the attendant told me no. That slide needed at least too people. There was also another slide, which I overheard was fun, that also needed at least two people. It was like for the first time I was being penalized for being one.
They had three other slides that single people could ride. One was called the devil’s backbone, which I tried and felt like I was drowning the entire time. Consequently, I didn’t set foot near that one again. Then there was another slide that just drops you straight down – that was never going to be an option. Finally there was a slide called pirate’s plunge which dropped you into 12 feet of water. I typically don’t fuck with pools that are deeper than I am tall, so I didn’t do that one either. So the whole time I was there, I pretty much was relegated to the wave pool that was 5ft deep and the lazy river.
It’s interesting how all the single rider slides were like daredevil slides, as if that’s what you’d have to be to go to a waterpark alone. And all the fun slides were for parties of two or more.
But I’m no hater, maybe it’s just a sign that I need to put some effort into turning my one into a two.
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