Game 2:
Stare out the closest window you can find.
Imagine that on the other side of that window, is the place you wish most to be in life.
Now think of all the reasons you wish to be there, and not where you are. (assuming the window you've chosen is not, in fact, a mirror. If it is a mirror and you have chosen it intentionally, you are jumping the gun on what you are probably assuming to be a simple metaphor about visualizing dreams and carpe diem and all that. I'm not going there. Never the less, put on some more eye liner, you look sullen. That means you grandpa.)
Take the monitor that you are staring at this very minute and throw it through the window, don't worry, I'll pay for it.
Those of you still reading and not getting fired or yelled at by your significant others for brash stupidity, are clearly understanding my point.
We take ourselves way too seriously.
Changing Computers.
Koh Phangan puts the beach in parbeachty. I'd call it the poor man's Ibizia, but I've never been to Ibiza, so I can't really say. There's a beach and beach things, such as volleyball, topless women, topless women, and a few other things like the ocean, bars, sand, etc. In all actuality, I've evolved to see breasts a sublime expression of molded symmetry and softness delicately cradled over the heart and under the mind of women. In all actuality, there weren't that many topless women running around. In fact, there were so few, I decided to make my own. Go figure my sand girl would bring around the real ones, but alas, such is the nature of breasts. They attract us all.
When the full moon party hits its stride, the entire length of the beach is swarmed with painted bodys, consumed by the spirit of the dance, among other things. I would have been right there with them, if it weren't for my frightfully escapist inclination to choose art over frivolity. By 3:00 A.m., having spent the better part of 5 hours body painting the interned and helpless victims of my focused creative fury, I subsided to the caos and ambled around a crowd too far gone to recognize a friendly face. With no intention of catching up, I sat out the revelry in anticipation of the ever revealing sunrise, pondering the mysteries of my personality and hoping to get laid. Can't say I accomplished much of either, but the dawn of a new day was delivered, as promised, on the horizon before me. Sauntering back to my cabin for a much needed day's sleep, I warmed to the idea that in a place and time such as this, while the monitor implodes and the broken fragments of glass descend, a reflection is the most I'll ever find on the other side.
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