:: The vacation that wasn't there ::

Saturday, December 20, 2003

I get really lonely around the holidays. That's right, under this facade of granite lives a human being with feelings. Usually they are feelings of acrophobia and lust, but in December loneliness joins them. It's not really due to some oppressive sentimentality, it's just logistical. Most everyone I know grows reticent to spending time outside in the frigid cold, is preoccupied with seasonal duties, and then leaves town. I spend hours upon hours traveling by myself, and wind up sitting in my parents' house reading alone. It's not that I don't cherish time with family - the holiday celebrations are highlights of the trip - but hanging around the house brings back those specifically vacant adolescent times remembered less than fondly. I do recall they involved an overabundance of moping.

The swimming pool s'cool, I can dig that, but playing Marco Polo by yourself is way too easy. So I go from twiddling my thumbs, shoved in pockets to keep warm, in New York to twiddling them, freely in the golden sunshine, in LA. I can almost feel the social atrophy which New Year's is supposed to reverse, but never quite does.

You know if I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance, right? Just checking.

Upon further reflection, I don't think I'm lonely so much as really, really bored. Maybe I'll take some really pretentious pictures with my digicam - out-of-focus sunsets over the ocean with heaps of lens flares. Or perhaps I'll start an emo band.

Posted by morland @ 02:49 PM

:: Comments ::

I'm going to Hanalei tomorrow. You can come. Then you would be bored in Hawaii. Which is better.
peace

Posted by: Anna on December 20, 2003 06:15 PM

name your band reticent ennui.

Posted by: on December 20, 2003 09:28 PM

is playing marco polo by yourself really just a metaphor for 'yerking it'?

Posted by: The guy who lives in vail on December 20, 2003 11:01 PM

I thought that "getting lonely" was a metaphor for 'yerking it'. Morland, does your blog have to be so confusing?

Posted by: Alexis on December 22, 2003 03:15 PM

Perhaps Morland is much like the native Alaskan people. They have many words for snow, mainly because they've got so much of it. Morland has lots of terms for masterbation because... I think you can figure out the rest.

It's just a theory at this point. Hundreds of hours of research are necessary for a more complete analysis. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Posted by: The Guy Who Lives In Vail on December 22, 2003 04:09 PM

What's really funny is that I paraphrased "Dancing with Myself" by Billy Idol, which I believe was an ode to self-gratification, so if anything is a metaphor for, ahem, 'yerking it', than it would be that. But that's not how I meant it.

Posted by: morland on December 23, 2003 06:12 PM

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