Introspection Via Alcohol & Travel

Money was important during the unseasonably warm winter month of December and it was needed as January would bring a trip to Spain. A trip where I planned on reassessing my personal situation; such reassessment can only be done as far away from home as possible-particularly in a place where I would be able to purchase alcohol on my own with no go between. This is important because something about being able to buy alcohol without getting carded or being looked at strangely is vital to looking inward to see what gears have been grinded down and are in need of repair. Righty-O, alcohol and substances in particular are needed for such a grueling task. Sobriety is not good for trying to make an honest assessment of yourself because you find it hard not to lie, chalking it up to thinking too much.

And that is why sobriety is an evil bastard because it is biased and always looking out for your best interests. Inebriation on the other hand is bi-partisan and couldn't care less if you discovered you were a truly heinous human being. But to me travel is the only true form of therapy for the mere reason that there is this pure kind of freedom rampant throughout. When you are bound down by responsibility it is hard to look at life from an objective standpoint, you need that escape. Not to mention being bogged down in one place for too long is dangerous. You fall into a certain cycle of routine actions that eventually build up as the cycle turns. And like the inner gears that eventually grind down that cycle starts to need a tune up, but you never know how to fix it. So we take off towards wherever we think we can truly reflect on all the things that bring us ill spirits. On our return we hope that the stagnant place we left had managed to fix itself, and at first it seems that way, but in no time at all we find ourselves in the same condition of being so burnt, so fried that each day with anything off the usual beat is a gift from God.

Why is it that our environment so greatly affects how we feel? Personally I think it has to do with the fact that we eventually come to know everything about the land on which we reside. To some that is a comfort and I am glad they can sleep easy at night. But to others, the kind who crave the unknown, it becomes tiresome and uneventful. Well my friends I am the latter and that is probably why I am so drawn to travel because I don't know what will happen. There is a small rush that comes with being completely unaware of what comes next and I am addicted to that high.