I'm wondering... Or a little Véfe-style summary
My brain’s short-circuiting—I’m overthinking, overanalyzing, drowning in questions... So I’m turning to you, you with your sharp, no-nonsense advice. You’ll help me, I just know it!
Here’s the thing: I don’t know what to do with my life. I want to travel the world, but I think you need money for that. Should I work to save up a nest egg first, then leave? And if I’m unemployed, can I still just go anyway?
Okay, but *where*? If I go to Cuba, I’ll fall in love with some guy who’ll want to marry me. If I go to Arab countries, I won’t be able to walk around in shorts. If I go to India, I’ll see rats everywhere and beggars dying in the streets. If I go to Argentina, I’ll probably meet aliens. If I go to Africa, I’ll see lots of Black people living in huts, and in Canada, I’ll run into bears (though, honestly, that’s not so bad—I like bears). I could keep going with examples, but I don’t want to wear you out!
And then there’s the language thing—I only speak French. How am I supposed to get by in countries where they don’t speak it?
And what am I even going to eat in all these places? Fries won’t be everywhere, that’s for sure!
But I *still* want to go, to meet people and to *really* meet *myself*. Isn’t that the point? You all say it’s important to go somewhere else to find yourself, so...
Except I’m terrified of flying. I’ve done it a few times, and every time we land, I clap because I’m so relieved to have made it in one piece! And then—bam—I just read that clapping is *super* lame, which explains why I’m always the only one doing it. Everyone else knows it’s dumb. Maybe I just travel with really smart people?
Anyway, while I wait for your brilliant advice, I’ll start packing. Wait—rolling suitcase or backpack? Ugh, why is traveling so complicated! Maybe I should just stay on my couch and watch travel documentaries, like *Peking-whatever* or *Ko-thingy*. My brain would stay intact, and I wouldn’t have to ask so many questions.
But if I stop asking questions, why am I even here? Isn’t the whole point of a forum to ask questions and get answers? Or is it not *just* for that? Sometimes people argue, sometimes they insult each other, sometimes they laugh, sometimes they get bored... Is it just like real life, then? Not even funny...
Dolma
Here’s the thing: I don’t know what to do with my life. I want to travel the world, but I think you need money for that. Should I work to save up a nest egg first, then leave? And if I’m unemployed, can I still just go anyway?
Okay, but *where*? If I go to Cuba, I’ll fall in love with some guy who’ll want to marry me. If I go to Arab countries, I won’t be able to walk around in shorts. If I go to India, I’ll see rats everywhere and beggars dying in the streets. If I go to Argentina, I’ll probably meet aliens. If I go to Africa, I’ll see lots of Black people living in huts, and in Canada, I’ll run into bears (though, honestly, that’s not so bad—I like bears). I could keep going with examples, but I don’t want to wear you out!
And then there’s the language thing—I only speak French. How am I supposed to get by in countries where they don’t speak it?
And what am I even going to eat in all these places? Fries won’t be everywhere, that’s for sure!
But I *still* want to go, to meet people and to *really* meet *myself*. Isn’t that the point? You all say it’s important to go somewhere else to find yourself, so...
Except I’m terrified of flying. I’ve done it a few times, and every time we land, I clap because I’m so relieved to have made it in one piece! And then—bam—I just read that clapping is *super* lame, which explains why I’m always the only one doing it. Everyone else knows it’s dumb. Maybe I just travel with really smart people?
Anyway, while I wait for your brilliant advice, I’ll start packing. Wait—rolling suitcase or backpack? Ugh, why is traveling so complicated! Maybe I should just stay on my couch and watch travel documentaries, like *Peking-whatever* or *Ko-thingy*. My brain would stay intact, and I wouldn’t have to ask so many questions.
But if I stop asking questions, why am I even here? Isn’t the whole point of a forum to ask questions and get answers? Or is it not *just* for that? Sometimes people argue, sometimes they insult each other, sometimes they laugh, sometimes they get bored... Is it just like real life, then? Not even funny...
Dolma