By the end of breakfast on the first day it's already clear that the person I’ve chosen to travel with—who seemed so nice, admittedly in a quirky way—is actually a total nutcase.
The way he stares down strangers, his affected tone of voice, his obsessive need for a schedule, his compulsion to fill up space with senseless talk, his repellent mix of timidity and vanity— it's intolerable.
When sex enters the picture—an attractive stranger, say, at the next table--then we really get the dark side. The pious timid gentleman abruptly becomes as devious, as calculating and relentless, as a Kashmiri carpet salesman. It is frankly more than a little creepy. I must make my own safety—and sanity—a priority. Therefore, I am determined to be rid of him at the earliest opportunity.
There remains this overwhelming difficulty: I am traveling alone.
( Bangkok , 01. 25.07)
4 comments:
This one totally took me by surprise -- laugh out loud -- the first time I read it.
Sweet you. I love it.
have met a pious prick in my planetary travels as well. turned out to be my dimensional dutch double.
purged myself of the anality in capetown relieving my root chakra of the unnecessary heaviness.
maintain course captain!...and your visual enhancer.
9 dimension glory hole.
boney hug from big fan.
why has no one commented on such verbal prowess??
a prickly pioneer perhaps?!?
oh my god...had to read it three times. I got scared because the person being described fits my description, and I felt bad. Now I feel better.
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