aperatif
Sunday, November 13, 2005
this will most likely be a very short post, since it's now 7pm, and 7pm is when I'm going for dinner to a family friends. I don't know why we haven't left yet, but I'm sure the leaving will be sudden and soon.
This last couple of weeks I haven't been working much. That means plenty of time for me to hang out with my friends and plenty of time to sit in the bath, soaking in my filth, reading my books and stoned out of my mind. What I like when I'm stoned by myself is that my mind goes on a sort of over-drive, and I start thinking things a mile a minute. Odds are, this post will be somewhat random (a nod to my old haunting ground) since, being stoned, I can no longer keep my mind on one thing for longer than it takes to write a paragraph about it.
As you most probably don't know, I'm a terrific human being and I like to do things to help the world. Well, so far it's been more thinking about saving the world than actually doing much (except for my CAS stuff and my political trip to Morocco). This will soon change, if things go according to plan. I've been looking at a volunteer post teaching in Limpopo, South Africa. It looks like a really diverse adventure, allowing me to teach people who want to learn, and possibly helping in many different local projects. I'm hoping, after roughly 3 months of teaching there, to travel a bit in the country, hopefully hit the coast and fulfill my lifelong dream of swimming in an ocean teeming with big, hungry sharks.
Not really. I'm so terrified of the ocean, it's weird. I mean, I love the ocean. I live less than a kilometer from it and during the summer I spent a lot of time there. It allows for some of the most beautiful moments you can imagine. Even now, when we're nearing winter, it's wonderful to be around. Just a few weeks ago, when notTony came to visit, we went to the beach, where we climbed over rocks and through old walls to find the ultimate smoke-up spot. Guess what we did then. It was gorgeous. The sun was setting and we were sitting over a little inlet where emerald green waves were crashing. I love waves. Ever since I was a little kid (yeah, that long) I've loved going to the beach and playing chicken with the ocean. I love body-surfing, which I do whenever I'm close enough to the water and I'm known to do it till I bleed from sand-burns. Despite all this, I'm terrified of the big blue wet thing. Whenever I go far from the coast, I tend to start freaking out. I don't often head that far out, but its usually the moment that I realise that I can no longer stand that breaks the camels back for me. Truth be told, I'm not a very strong swimmer, plus being a strong smoker means I'm soon tired from my maritime exploits. I have a feral fear of drowning. I think it must be the most horrible way to go. Plus, the ocen is cold, and I'm not a huge fan of the cold.
The one good thing about the cold is that it means there are no sharks in our waters. I hope. However, the moment I step into the warmer sea in South Africa, I'm going to start having horrid images taken straight from scenes from Jaws. My fear of the ocean doesn't link to my first veiwing of the movie, but watching it just sends goosebumps down my spine, and urine down my leg.
As I said, my departure to dinner would be soon and sudden, and here it is.
you're that much closer to knowing me.
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