Day 20
October 12, 2011
So if I don´t have nice legs, a nice ass and a slimer body from all this walking when I get home someone is going to die. I haven´t decided who but someone will. Advice: stay on my good side just incase.
I don´t think I have ever walked so much in my life. In America if I want to go five blocks to 7-11 I get in my little car and drive my lazy ass there. Here, if you want to go to the other end of the village (way more than five blocks) you put on your comfy shoes and walk your ass there and don´t complain about it. It really shows me how fucking lazy American´s are and it is ridiculous. I´m not saying I am going to keep up this walking bit when I get home (it´s too damn wet outside all the time) but I´m just sharing my realization. America: the country of lazy mother fuckers.
Something else I realized about America. We are all so stressed! Holy shit, it´s like I am on a completely different planet when it comes to stress level here. American´s run around like they just got their head cut off by the queen of England for stealing their neighbors pig. Everything has to be perfectly scheduled, nobody can even be 30 seconds late, everybody is worrying about multiple things at one time in one day, people walk too fast, the days are too short... Ok, I think you all catch my drift. Here though, it´s different. Everyone seems so much more chill, people mention being somewhere at some time but being a bit late to the date is ok, the days seem like they last forever. I love it. I haven´t been stressed once while here. And no, it´s not cause this isn´t reality. It is. I am living here with a responsiblity and that responsibility happens to be another human so it´s a pretty damn big responibility chillin on my freaking shoulders. So nobody try to tell me that all of this seems this way just because I´m living a dream or some bullshit like that. You come take care of a 3 year old five days a week, all day, when she doesn´t speak your language and you don´t speak hers and you can´t even really talk to people you meet and tell me that this is all a dream. (: Needless to say, I am learning to live a more carefree (but not stupidly carefree) lifestyle and try to let things that are unimportant roll off my shoulders and get run over by a semi-truck.
So let´s see... how to sum up the last few days since I blogged last. Lots of walking. Lots of partying. Lots of attractive men. Lots of new friends. Lots of firsts.
For the first time in my life:
I got into a bar/club... legally.
I consumed alcohol... legally.
I sat outside on the curb and drank alcohol without worrying that police would come arrest me for drinking in public.
I flirted with men that don´t speak my language and I don´t speak theirs.
I wandered the streets of a city alone and made it out alive.
I took a train as a means of transport from one city to the other.
I took a bus as a means of transport long distance and not a metro either... think Greyhound.
I got drunk for about $12 and that meant five shots, and a mixed drink at a bar.
Needless to say I am having a fantastic time and I´m am more than happy I´m not jumping over puddles in my flip flops and looking like I just came to the surface of the bottom of the ocean after a couple years. Seattle, you are fun but you don´t compare to my life here and you better start shaping up or we are gonna have some problems.
(I apologize to everyone that this isn´t like my previous posts but the wifi here sucks and I don´t feel like writing a lot tonight haha because there is too much to write)
I don´t think I have ever walked so much in my life. In America if I want to go five blocks to 7-11 I get in my little car and drive my lazy ass there. Here, if you want to go to the other end of the village (way more than five blocks) you put on your comfy shoes and walk your ass there and don´t complain about it. It really shows me how fucking lazy American´s are and it is ridiculous. I´m not saying I am going to keep up this walking bit when I get home (it´s too damn wet outside all the time) but I´m just sharing my realization. America: the country of lazy mother fuckers.
Something else I realized about America. We are all so stressed! Holy shit, it´s like I am on a completely different planet when it comes to stress level here. American´s run around like they just got their head cut off by the queen of England for stealing their neighbors pig. Everything has to be perfectly scheduled, nobody can even be 30 seconds late, everybody is worrying about multiple things at one time in one day, people walk too fast, the days are too short... Ok, I think you all catch my drift. Here though, it´s different. Everyone seems so much more chill, people mention being somewhere at some time but being a bit late to the date is ok, the days seem like they last forever. I love it. I haven´t been stressed once while here. And no, it´s not cause this isn´t reality. It is. I am living here with a responsiblity and that responsibility happens to be another human so it´s a pretty damn big responibility chillin on my freaking shoulders. So nobody try to tell me that all of this seems this way just because I´m living a dream or some bullshit like that. You come take care of a 3 year old five days a week, all day, when she doesn´t speak your language and you don´t speak hers and you can´t even really talk to people you meet and tell me that this is all a dream. (: Needless to say, I am learning to live a more carefree (but not stupidly carefree) lifestyle and try to let things that are unimportant roll off my shoulders and get run over by a semi-truck.
So let´s see... how to sum up the last few days since I blogged last. Lots of walking. Lots of partying. Lots of attractive men. Lots of new friends. Lots of firsts.
For the first time in my life:
I got into a bar/club... legally.
I consumed alcohol... legally.
I sat outside on the curb and drank alcohol without worrying that police would come arrest me for drinking in public.
I flirted with men that don´t speak my language and I don´t speak theirs.
I wandered the streets of a city alone and made it out alive.
I took a train as a means of transport from one city to the other.
I took a bus as a means of transport long distance and not a metro either... think Greyhound.
I got drunk for about $12 and that meant five shots, and a mixed drink at a bar.
Needless to say I am having a fantastic time and I´m am more than happy I´m not jumping over puddles in my flip flops and looking like I just came to the surface of the bottom of the ocean after a couple years. Seattle, you are fun but you don´t compare to my life here and you better start shaping up or we are gonna have some problems.
(I apologize to everyone that this isn´t like my previous posts but the wifi here sucks and I don´t feel like writing a lot tonight haha because there is too much to write)
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