Nothing of Importance

I have very little to say, which is rather uncommon of me. I always have some skewered perspective to share with people who seem not to care or people who don't actually have the patience to follow my train of thought. Todays topic is TRAVELLING! I have always loved the idea of being abroad and seeing new sights and generally, just being away from my usual scene. It's honestly good fun when you're with friends or family and you're all away on vacation and you get to see new things. I haven't done that in a while and it makes me rather sad. Mostly because it's rather pricy to transport a large family across a country and everyone seems to have something going on that delays the trip. But we are going away soon and even though it's not very far it's still a vacation to some place we've never been. I sincerely hope that I get to feel happy again. Travelling as a form of escapism... In literal truth it kind of is but what I feel, I think is more spiritual *burns incense and meditates ironically* I guess the feeling that I get to be somewhere new is nice and I get to explore and be a tourist and have people offer me nice things. I mostly want to leave my country and live elsewhere but there is always that tiny voice in my head that tells me I will in fact miss my country one day. It never said I would regret it though. So I remain optimistic about it. Another thing is that I sort of resent my past and I tend to look back on my awkwardest moments and marinate in my own embarassment. My past times. Great. I'll probably end up insecure and confused all my life. And in my head, migrating and creating a new life is a way for me to escape my past [I wasn't troubled or anything I just have a lot of awkward moments with a lot of people in a small-ish country where everyone is so well-connected for some reason] Compared to other peoples problems, mine don't seem so bad. I'll live with them and ignore all of them forever. Yay! Another form of escapism!