Lesson 1: The next time someone has a story they want to tell you, run for your life.
Lesson 2: Never, never, never share your favourite spot in the world with anyone in the hope that it will make them feel better. It doesn't. It just ruins the spot for you till you can get over being mad at yourself for having been stupid enough to share it in the first place.
Lesson 3: Never be found in your hostel at lunch if you bunked classes that day.
Lesson 4: It's not that bad. Don't bother.
Lesson 5: Cross the road, and go home. Don't hang out or take a walk. Doesn't help the tiniest bit.
Lesson 6: Stop gaping. It doesn't even involve you. Utter waste of time.
Lesson 7: Some kinds of ice are best left unbroken.
Lesson 8: When you've learnt enough to be able to list Lessons 1 through 7, cut your losses and move on.
Note to reader: There's not much to be read into this.
Note to self: Learn, learn, learn!
2 comments:
If you have to teach yourself to run for your life, that must have been one of hell a story eh ? ;)
I suck, I dont even know what my favorite spot is ! dang it +banging head and going away to find one+
One hell of a story, yes...I am all for the random and the crazy, but downright stupid I draw the line at! Anyway...I'm never sure what to make of the fact that I have favorite spots...sort of contradicts being a constitutional nomad, doesn't it?
And oh, the image of you banging your head and going away is cute...I just hope you didn't actually do that! :)
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