Reading (For Dummies)

Talking to myself

I've felt great the last two days, so I've been walking. Last night, I walked for 4 hours through the Dresdner Grosser Garten (a huge park, something like 8 square kilometers, in the middle of the city). People often ask what I think about, and I say nothing. I'm always lying. Last night, what I thought about while walking:

1) I forgave Smeagol for being such a prick.
2) I realized that I actually am happy here in Dresden, and that being ill for the last few weeks was just making me think otherwise
3) I realized I was probably being a dick when I told my father off in an email. I said something to the effect of the US sucking because the population does indeed vote for evil conservatives. Even if they're ignorant, they still suck. I guess I could have been a little more polite about that.
4) I sang Calling the Moon out loud. This probably scared the pants off of a guy taking a leak behind a tree. The park was very dark, and very empty.
5) I considered what to do with the rest of my life, since I really don't want to work.
6) I thought about Annie, and I wonder how she's going to put up with me, since I want to spend so many years travelling.
7) I thought more about buddhism, and worry about other followers perceptions. The history of the "religion" is frought with the sorts of internal squabbling you normally see with Xtianity.

I went walking again today, for about 4 hours (again), along the Elbe this time. And back down to Altmarkt to get some things like Dove soap and a notebook. And cashews...can't live without cashews.

Then it was up to Neuestadt to the Tiki milkshake/bar, where I got myself liquored up, while reading a history of Nichiren Daishonin. A group of cute girls walked up to my table and asked me something, so I say "Please, have a seat." The girl that asked says, "Scheiza!" and walks away for a minute. There weren't any other tables so they eventually decided to sit down. Shoulda feigned German...

Other than that, it's just a lot of guitar playing and muttering to myself in public. I'm having too much fun here being lonely...