My update
I keep trying to think about what I shoudl write in here now that I've returned to the land of my birth, and everytime I start, I wind up erasing it and leaving my journal empty for another day, but today I'm going to finally put something up here.
Since my return, LIFE has become very difficult to put up with. I skipped out on work all last week, citing the flu as a reason, but really I just sat in my car all day in various parking lots watching my vacation video and looking through the pictures.
Europe was great, and I want to return so badly. I know a big group of us are going back to Oktoberfest in September, and that I'll probably hop on the train to Prague for a few days, but I really wish I could just stay there. In a few years, me and Lonnie anre going to have saved up near fifty thousand, and then we are going to try and leave for a few years, but that seems so far away.
Over there, we were both very happy. Every day we made new friends, went on adventures with said friends, and partied until the wee hours of the night. We saw castles and Breweries and the remains of Cleopatra. We wore silly hats and danced on tables with litres of the finest beer I've ver sampled. I indulged in Psychotropics which opened my mind, and felt the fear of death when I mixed far too many substances. We saw where Anne frank hid from the Nazis, and we saw where the Nazis hid from the Russians.
We met a guy on a train who wound up cancelling his flight home so he could tag along to Berlin and Amsterdam. We picked up two girls at a bus stop and they followed us northward as well. It was golden age, and so many of the people we met had been doing it for months staright. Soem even a few years, stopping here and there to get a few thousand dollars together so taht tehy woudl never go home.
It was escape, but it was wonderful. There I had friends and fun and endless discovery. Here, I sleep on a futon, work in a cube, and am haunted by the ghost of an unfaithful bitch.
My family is glad I returned, but they all know it's only matter of time before I take off again, this time for good.
I watched Goodbye Lenin! last night and cried because I missed Berlin so much. I watch Run Lola Run constantly. The outside world calls to me, and I must go. I am not American. Not anymore. America is an infectious disease, slowly eating away at better classes of people without letting any of the logic,traditons, and culture of those foreigners get in the way of their wasteful gluttonous march towards infinity.
I eat scarcely now. I ride my bike the ten miles into town. I walk from the mall to an independently owned restaurant just so I can feel like I'm back there. I lost fifteen pounds in Europe, and ten since returning. I'm still a fat American, but slowly the plague of modern imperialism built within me is fading away. do we really need this much fast food. Do we really need this much plastic. Why do we waste so much time on soft drug laws and laws about carrying a beer outside of a bar, and less time worrying baout helping the people in this country who need it? Why do so many people in this country need help? Whay are they so lazy, and undriven, and expecting a handout? Why? because we always give it to them. Our culture is sick, and it makes me want to retch when I think about how long I've been such a cog in the wheel. We can still play video games, we can still occasionally indulge in some junk food, but we shoudln;t do these things all the time at the sake of our own health. We need to get out more. The Average American spends 98% of his outside time in a parking lot or a driveway. Sidewalks aren't even being built anymore in commercial areas. Have we really sunk this low?
I don't hate America. I just hate what we've become. I know we can do better. We have to, or we will die.
Love your brothers and sisters, all of them - Jett
Since my return, LIFE has become very difficult to put up with. I skipped out on work all last week, citing the flu as a reason, but really I just sat in my car all day in various parking lots watching my vacation video and looking through the pictures.
Europe was great, and I want to return so badly. I know a big group of us are going back to Oktoberfest in September, and that I'll probably hop on the train to Prague for a few days, but I really wish I could just stay there. In a few years, me and Lonnie anre going to have saved up near fifty thousand, and then we are going to try and leave for a few years, but that seems so far away.
Over there, we were both very happy. Every day we made new friends, went on adventures with said friends, and partied until the wee hours of the night. We saw castles and Breweries and the remains of Cleopatra. We wore silly hats and danced on tables with litres of the finest beer I've ver sampled. I indulged in Psychotropics which opened my mind, and felt the fear of death when I mixed far too many substances. We saw where Anne frank hid from the Nazis, and we saw where the Nazis hid from the Russians.
We met a guy on a train who wound up cancelling his flight home so he could tag along to Berlin and Amsterdam. We picked up two girls at a bus stop and they followed us northward as well. It was golden age, and so many of the people we met had been doing it for months staright. Soem even a few years, stopping here and there to get a few thousand dollars together so taht tehy woudl never go home.
It was escape, but it was wonderful. There I had friends and fun and endless discovery. Here, I sleep on a futon, work in a cube, and am haunted by the ghost of an unfaithful bitch.
My family is glad I returned, but they all know it's only matter of time before I take off again, this time for good.
I watched Goodbye Lenin! last night and cried because I missed Berlin so much. I watch Run Lola Run constantly. The outside world calls to me, and I must go. I am not American. Not anymore. America is an infectious disease, slowly eating away at better classes of people without letting any of the logic,traditons, and culture of those foreigners get in the way of their wasteful gluttonous march towards infinity.
I eat scarcely now. I ride my bike the ten miles into town. I walk from the mall to an independently owned restaurant just so I can feel like I'm back there. I lost fifteen pounds in Europe, and ten since returning. I'm still a fat American, but slowly the plague of modern imperialism built within me is fading away. do we really need this much fast food. Do we really need this much plastic. Why do we waste so much time on soft drug laws and laws about carrying a beer outside of a bar, and less time worrying baout helping the people in this country who need it? Why do so many people in this country need help? Whay are they so lazy, and undriven, and expecting a handout? Why? because we always give it to them. Our culture is sick, and it makes me want to retch when I think about how long I've been such a cog in the wheel. We can still play video games, we can still occasionally indulge in some junk food, but we shoudln;t do these things all the time at the sake of our own health. We need to get out more. The Average American spends 98% of his outside time in a parking lot or a driveway. Sidewalks aren't even being built anymore in commercial areas. Have we really sunk this low?
I don't hate America. I just hate what we've become. I know we can do better. We have to, or we will die.
Love your brothers and sisters, all of them - Jett