Monday, March 05, 2007

Ko Chang Crazy

Hello friends, I've been incomunicado for several days now, both with you and with all other living beings on the planet. Ko Chang was quite deserted. Except for the Germans. Ohhh, the Germans. I met not one English-speaker on the island and spent the last 4 days speaking to no one except to order meals. This takes a toll on the psyche. I never have the opportunity at home to go days without communicating at home. Not that I'd want to, really. I'm definitely a talker. As in, I like to talk a lot. Especially about my feelings. I also like to tell jokes. The time on the beach was quite strange.
Allow me to make no sense for a little bit.
I started to feel disconnected from the whole world. The best example I came up with is being on a space ship and hearing the noise of the engines and feeling gravity and then getting ejected out into space in a space pod and it being totally silent and weightless. I felt like I was floating unattached in silent space. Then, when I talk to people again, I hear the ambient noise and feel grounded again. I think this sounds crazy, but it's the most lucid way I came up with to describe how I was feeling.
Ko Chang was not as beautiful as Ko Lipe. I've become a beach snob. Sigh. It did, however, have some very relaxing waves that soothed me to sleep at night.
When I was a sophmore in high school I visited China with my orchestra. It was such a novelty to me that I learned to use a squat toilet that when the local paper came to ask us about our trip I eloquently announced to the reporter that I'd "learned to pee in a hole." The orchestra director was mortified. She wouldn't let it die for my next 2 years of high school. We went to Italy my senior year and her husband told my parents what a mouth I had on me. Anyways, squat toilets are no longer a novelty. I don't really like them. You can't really sit and read the paper or anything.
I'm nearly finished with War and Peace, thanks to having no one to talk to on the beach for days. Tolstoy asserts that individuals are impotent to alter the course of history. History is as inevitable as the tide and we are all swept up in it. Discuss.
I was doing all sorts of philosophizing in my head while I was alone and now it all seems irrelevant or too weird to write down.
And George, I think in these parts, OSHA is a four-letter word.

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