I wish I felt like I wanted to do something this weekend. I used to love the weekends when I lived in Japan proper, you know, when it was my life, and not a big.fcking.mistake, like what this year is..
But then again, I did abruptly stop wanting to party back in 2004.
Maybe it was getting sick in late 2003 that made me want to seek more out of my life, more than just going out each weekend and getting wasted.
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And this is the reason why I ended up with a boat.
And two Competent Crew certificates.
As one does.
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| Comp Crew Cape Town |
So I guess it's not surprising that I feel like I do on the weekends at this stage in my life, having come from ultimate freedom and doing outdoorsy things, to becoming a prisoner of my own lack of imagination, whilst exiled in the Land of Concrete on a self-imposed budget.
Maybe I'll go 'Shinking' tomorrow.
4 comments:
I think I was unaware you'd actually sailed in South African waters.
Respect for that...it's the east to west trip Madagascar to Cape Town that concerns me more than the trans-Atlantic bits.
DS Time perhaps?
It'd make a good write up for the blog despite the entertaining political conspiracy arguments, many of us are really after the boat story..
'Conspiracy Theory'. Give me a break, Supreme Sheeple of the Sheeple.
You're the kind of person who'd call white, black.
I'm just happy this is the cyber world and not the real world. You'd get on my tits in a flash with your less than healthy support of default views.
Yes, r, I remember thinking that the sailing I'd one in Japan, down in Kobe, was like sailing on a mill pond, compared to the chop that I experienced off Cape Town. It was great fun!
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