It’s been over two months now since I left Saigon and I’m
beginning to have my doubts if I can hack this anymore. Well, I know I can hack
it, I can endure anything, but will I enjoy it? I gotta say, sometimes
traveling alone is wonderful, but sometimes it’s downright boring and
unfulfilling. I never wanted to travel alone, it’s just difficult to find
someone who’s also fed up with their job and wants to wander around Asia for
half a year. Hmmm, why is that?
I don’t know why I’m incapable of finding other backpackers
and just going with the flow. I guess I have a plan in my head and I stick to
it. And I know I also feel I’m getting too old for that shit. More often than
not, I meet friendly couples and eventually we part ways. Or just don’t put
myself into position to meet other people. Everyone’s got their guard up to
some degree, especially when you’re in a place with hundreds of tourists from
all over the place. Wary of each other for whatever reason.
Anyway, it’s really difficult to enjoy my own company at the
moment. I’ve got a clean, comfortable bungalow 30 meters from the beach. I
rented a new motorbike to tour the island. I’ve got cheap beer and delicious
Thai food in abundance around me. There are places to go and see on the island,
but it takes me so long to prepare to leave because I just don’t fucking give a
shit!!!!
I want to have a conversation on the way, share a story,
hold a hand, share the experience. Been there done that ALONE. Another fucking
waterfall. Yeah it’s beautiful, but I don’t care, I just don’t. I've seen
waterfalls. Ok, I’m here so I’ll hike it and I do and it’s nice, but
something’s missing. Should I go for a swim and relax on one of the huge rocks?
Alone? There is no fun in that. I’m not in the mood for meditation. I had my
morning walk on the beach this morning - that was my meditation, but it didn’t
seem to help.
I’m quite comfortable to be alone, to travel alone, but not
for such extended periods. And with no purpose. Yeah I could read a book, that
might help, but how many? I can surf the web, but for how long? I can ride my
motorbike around and around, but to see what? Another ocean view, it’s stunning, it truly is, but all I can do
is take a picture and post the postcard on facebook. Postcards are pretty, but
boring. People are interesting.
I've been holding it in today. Trying to smile when I don’t
feel like it. Trying to pretend like I’m enjoying myself when I’m really not. I
hate pretending! Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely have moments where I am truly enjoying myself, but in my
opinion, not as many as I should. And I wonder, what the fuck is wrong with me?
Why is EVERYBODY else having more fun than me?! Should I be drinking more beer?
Spending more money? Eating less tofu? Settling down and having a family?
Man up, Tyler! Fuck you. Man down. Show some emotion. I need
to cry a little, but I first need a shoulder to cry on. And a good hug. And
maybe an ass to grab. Funny how that
always puts a smile on my face. Any volunteers?
Plenty of ladyboys around here if I get desperate.
I’m starting to talk to myself. Actually that’s a lie. I’ve
been doing that for years. You do too, right? Well, I think you don’t spend
enough time alone. Unfortunately, the more time I spend alone, the less I like
myself. Tired of seeing myself in the mirror. Tired of my hair, my belly. Fuck
man, I need to incorporate some crunches into my daily routine. Hard to stay
fit on the road with a declining metabolism and half my calories coming in the
form of beer. Oh and 5 baht sweets from 7/11. Cut down on that shit, boy!
I’m getting a little
tired of wearing the same clothes. Steady rotation of shorts, t-shirts and
boxers. Cutting off sleeves to make something ‘new’ and mix it up. Buying a new
shirt and feeling this stupid feeling of accomplishment. I’m really tired of my flip
flops and my board shorts and seeing my belly through my shirts. That’s
discouraging. I don’t want to lose any weight, just reconfigure what I’ve got.
Isn’t that everybody’s story. It’s not a question, it’s a fact.
I also hate spending money when I’m not earning any. Start
thinking waaaaaay too much about
finances and it’s too early to worry. Hmmm, should I go to 7/11 to buy a beer?
Cheap fucker that I am. But sometimes that’s the best beer. It just tastes
better. Eating a small portion on a big plate at some fine restaurant has never
done it for me. Give me the street food, there’s more of it, it’s cheaper and
it tastes better. Usually.
So, sigh, where does all this leave me now? Well, in the
moment, it leaves me sitting cross-legged on my bed listening to music while
being gently caressed by the breeze from the fan on the wall. I’d prefer a
woman naturally. And having said that, you all know that’s my problem. I talk
about them too much, especially pole dancers. So why don’t I get one? As if
they’re available at the corner market. Well, here, in fact they are come to
think of it.
That’s not where I meant to go. Why don’t I have a
girlfriend? Ask me why I’m incapable of love. Ask me why and I won’t be able to
tell you. I don’t know what the fuck it is and how to find it. To get it, to
reach it, to feel it. I’m afraid of it, I think that’s my problem. I fear it, I
don’t allow it and sometimes I wonder if that’s prolonging my pain. But first
you have to love yourself, right? How do you do that?
I don’t want to think about this anymore. Time for a nap if
I can just stop thinking.