I HATE Traveling
I HATE traveling.
Oh My God! An English teacher who goes from country to country that HATES traveling. Blasphemy you say. Well, not really. I just hate traveling. I don’t mind it when I get there and get things unpacked. It’s the process and sloggery of getting from point A to Point B that is really a drag.
I much prefer to just get there and start my daily living and taking and accepting whatever comes as a natural part of existence. How many of us in our native land constantly say to ourselves, I must go to Dallas and see the 30 ft cowboy. I must go to Oklahoma City and see the 1st Mc Donalds to sell 2000 burgers in a day. I must go and see the Duckbilled Woodpecker peck out the Morse Code in the Black Pine forest in a German enclave in Fredericksburg so I can buy some trinkets in the gift shop for my Whatnot shelf. WHY?
OK, it’s one form of traveling that a certain sector of the population wants but I find it doesn’t work for me. I find that putting the wife and three bratty kids in the Station wagon and going from curio shop to curio shop buying Wooden Tomahawks is not a workable vacation. Besides, I don’t have a station wagon, wife and three bratty kids.
No, I’d rather live out a normal life and see and talk to the normal people as I come into contact with them in everyday activities. These are the people I want to listen to. These are the people whose opinions I value. Living someplace for a while and knowing people who the 4-Star travelers will never see is the gratifying part that I cherish. Going along the “4-Star Trail” only gets so much smoke up your Wazoo that when Flatulence does strike you resemble a Mosquito Fog Machine.
I much prefer the smile from the girl behind the counter at the market where you like to buy your cheese. These are the people I want to see and talk to.
“I only get two weeks a year from My Rat Race Two Hours a Day on the Freeway Miserable Humdrum Life job that I can go take a vacation.” Well, that’s your fault not mine. If you don’t like it then go be an English Teacher. I can’t and won’t accept responsibility for your misgivings.
Oh My God! An English teacher who goes from country to country that HATES traveling. Blasphemy you say. Well, not really. I just hate traveling. I don’t mind it when I get there and get things unpacked. It’s the process and sloggery of getting from point A to Point B that is really a drag.
I much prefer to just get there and start my daily living and taking and accepting whatever comes as a natural part of existence. How many of us in our native land constantly say to ourselves, I must go to Dallas and see the 30 ft cowboy. I must go to Oklahoma City and see the 1st Mc Donalds to sell 2000 burgers in a day. I must go and see the Duckbilled Woodpecker peck out the Morse Code in the Black Pine forest in a German enclave in Fredericksburg so I can buy some trinkets in the gift shop for my Whatnot shelf. WHY?
OK, it’s one form of traveling that a certain sector of the population wants but I find it doesn’t work for me. I find that putting the wife and three bratty kids in the Station wagon and going from curio shop to curio shop buying Wooden Tomahawks is not a workable vacation. Besides, I don’t have a station wagon, wife and three bratty kids.
No, I’d rather live out a normal life and see and talk to the normal people as I come into contact with them in everyday activities. These are the people I want to listen to. These are the people whose opinions I value. Living someplace for a while and knowing people who the 4-Star travelers will never see is the gratifying part that I cherish. Going along the “4-Star Trail” only gets so much smoke up your Wazoo that when Flatulence does strike you resemble a Mosquito Fog Machine.
I much prefer the smile from the girl behind the counter at the market where you like to buy your cheese. These are the people I want to see and talk to.
“I only get two weeks a year from My Rat Race Two Hours a Day on the Freeway Miserable Humdrum Life job that I can go take a vacation.” Well, that’s your fault not mine. If you don’t like it then go be an English Teacher. I can’t and won’t accept responsibility for your misgivings.
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