Thursday, October 18, 2007

Sometimes, when you come back from a trip, vacation, or just something really stressful, you have this elated high for days afterwards. You feel like a new person, you feel motivated, you like yourself, you feel like you can accomplish that rare feat of being interesting to talk to...

But what provides an even stranger, more tripped out sensation is the day you realize that the high is over and you are deflating back down to the world you inhabited before said event. Which most of the time was heartbreaking and boring, like the grinding of continents against each other. As you sink into this sensation, everything that causes these feelings becomes stark clear in relief against the silk drapes of your recent memories. You really, really hate your job. The same tv shows are on every night. You can't talk to your boyfriend. You're allergic to your own cat, that you've had for 7 years.

If traveling has the same effect as cocaine, then the regular work day is a solid dose of opium. And the slow ones do in fact kill you faster than the speedy ones.

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