Thanks for the feedback to my thread,....
I feel you guys have made some good points. I dont know about others, but its taken the longest time to get my Dad on track with understanding my prob, with friends, they tell me to stop feeling so sorry for myself...at least males ones, female ones just give me the same. I still feel guilty about talking about SA, infact, I damn right hate it. Its so boring to me. Anyway, its a obstacle that needs to be beat. However, it really pisses me off when people say "oh, think of all the people without food, as good a job, or whatever" thats bullshit. Im not discounting poverty affecting quality of life, but I am, cos Ive read that socially active poor ppl in Bangladesh are happier than rich loners in NY. Most of the joy in life is from ppl interaction: love, family, friends conversation etc. Money isnt correlated that strongly with happiness (in itself) except an absense of it, whereas people are. Im writing this from Sapa, Vietnam. Ive been in Hanoi too, and there are alot of happy poor people, why? cos they have friends and the ability to interact. Im sorry but I dont buy into the whole, oh but there are people worse off than you shite. Still, there is no point feeling sorry for myself, I know. Infact, I got good and bad news from my flatmate a day ago. He came over later and told me that I have been evicted from my flat. The llord is a fucken cock, just hangs around, totally anal about his precious floors and desk surfaces, which for the latter I partly destroyed. But also probably cos I didnt make an effort to be amiable with him when his lamearse was always about. Why should I? I pay rent, he starts his conversation with bs about a unwashed dish or something. So, thats fucken great, doesnt have the balls to tell me to my face, tells my flatmate, to tell me while Im abroad. A coward, and he'll fuck me for my bond no doubt. Now I have to think about cutting my leg to Cambodia off, as I will need more money for a bond on a new place. But Ive been thinkin about alot over the two days, Im glad to be out from there, I want a new place to myself so that I can meditate, which bring me to the good news, I have the SAI CD series waiting on my bed at home. Its the best news Ive heard all year, maybe longer. The testimonies Ive read from SAI outpaients, Nick and UK success stories has convinced me this is my solution. Im glad to be away from my flatmate, following his party lifestyle and trying to throw myself in with exposure didnt work, and Im sick of his focus on sex and confident attitude. He thinks everyone's sex life is common gossip. I dont like people that are devoid of humility and are not humble to a degree.
Actually this is more like a blog and Im not sure how interesting this is but, anyway. Its fantastic to log on to this site from abroad, Ive had a very harrowing five days in Nam, trying not to piss off people on the group Ive been travelling with and deal with sharing boats and hotels with random and often very friendly tourists. Ive wrote abit, thought alot about my future, and thankfully, got to a comp (with a very slow connection) to find to my delight 18 posts to my thread on hate, which I wrote after a hard week in Taiwan, with broken bikes and trying to get drug fucked with a friend of a friend. Actually, I think that happened after I wrote, but if you havent tried shrooms, grass and beer and watching the sunrise all night,...then you should.
I wish I had the tape series with me now. Im going to be a bigot (is that the right word) at this point and cut and paste this entry to a new thread as I think it may be of interest.
Cheers to all,
despite what I said about not negating my feelings cos of poor third world people, everyone should trip out to South East Asia, the people are really friendly which makes it alot easier, plus Ive found alot of travellers keep to themselves anyway, so you can feel less anxiety. I have. The tricky thing is street hawkers and vendors, its hard to turn them down, they use every emotional trick in their disposal; from flirty beauties, to quick tougued cute youngsters, to weathered elders.
Thanks.
Vince
I carry my hate in a mask called my face, but not always.