My ten product preferences (NOT a sponsored post)

Happy Sunday My Little Flowers...........................

I am trying to write more. Last weekend I attended a travel writing course, and it was very inspiring and was the little ray of sunshine that I needed. I really love writing, it really helps me organize my thoughts, is therapeutic and helps me reflect on my life in a more rational manner. I may write about that class later. I've been writing more lately, which is good. Not as much as I want to, but a little progress is still progress.

Anywho, as you've probably figured out, there is no theme to my blog. I just write whatever the hell I feel like, I just let it all out as I please, without caring if I have tons of readers or not. I write for me and cherish those few people that can relate to me and follow me.

I haven't given out product preferences in a while, so here goes. Here are they are, complimentary of yours truly, aka Senorita:

1.) I love using fine point Sharpie pens as regular pens. I am tired of using everything else, most pens leak all the time or have ink clumps which are so annoying. These fine point Sharpies make writing smooth, and bring me back to my childhood days where I felt like such a grown-up using a marker. When I was a kid, my mom made me use a pencil all the time, what was up with that ?

2.) I use Sharpie markers at work to label boxes or write an emphasized note to my boss and while I love writing in marker (makes me feel like a such a grown-up- see above), I really love using them because they smell good. I don't sniff them all the time, but when I am writing a note, I will take an extra wiff, as long as I don't see anyone standing around. Hey, I wouldn't want anyone judging me.........

3.) Don't use Sharpies to draw in your eyebrows.

4.) I am so over expensive conditioners. I love Bragg's Apple Cider vinegar to clean my scalp. I pour it into an empty hair-dye bottle and use a little on my scalp to cleanse it. It works just as well, and is waaaay less expensive.

5.) I also drink Bragg's Apple Cider vinegar with my water at least once a day. It helps balance the ph in my body, it also helps alleviate any stomach pains I may have (not related to stomach flu of course). Don't believe me ? Just look at all the testimonials on the internet. The key is using an apple cider vinegar with "the mother" which is a cloud of bacteria. Try not to use the distilled apple cider vinegar. Does it taste absolutely nasty ? Yeah, but I deal with it.

6.) I drink aloe vera juice mixed with prune juice to help my digestive system. I'm not gonna lie, it tastes absolutely fucking disgusting, kinda like drinking vinegar water, but I feel better after I do it.

7.) I like Urban Decay primer. I used to use Monistat anti-chafing cream as an inexpensive substitute for actual primer, but I never felt it really worked. Now I will just shell out the bux for Urban Decay, an expensive brand name.  I got their primer as part of a gift, but I think I will buy it when I run out.

8.) Monistat anti-chafing cream may not be an effective primer for me, but it really does work for anti-chafing. Especially in hot weather around my upper arms and armpits. Or if you're wearing a skirt and your thighs rub together.  We've all been there.

9.) I don't believe in expensive mascaras, when the 99 cent brands are just as effective. Spending over 2-4 bucks on a lipliner is also a total waste of money.

10.) I love Estee Lauder double-wear foundation which comes in a glass bottle, and may try more expensive department store brand names down the line. Usually the price qualifies me for a free gift if I buy it during a free gift season. I did try another foundation from Estee Lauder called Nutritious (comes in a plastic tube), but found it too oily, so I will just stick to Double Wear, or try another brand at Sephora or Nordstrom (Macy's blows).

Okay, so that is all for now.............


Besitos !

How to Deal with Anxiety/Depression

Happy Fall My Little Crunchy Leaves !

How are you ?

It's been way too long since I've updated here, but it's so easy to get distracted by Facebook and being lazy and doing nothing during the weekend. But the truth is, I really miss writing. Writing and reading the blogs of others is really therapeutic and I have missed that ! Writing memorializes your life at a certain point in time and allows you to see things clearer down the road and come to realizations you never would have made  otherwise.

As you know, I deal with Anxiety and Depression. Notice how the title says "deal with" instead of "fight". I wanted to give some advice on how I am learning to manage my anxiety and depression.  PLEASE NOTE that this is just my story and suggestions, it is NOT professional advice, and I would not recommend changing anything if what you are doing works or if you disagree with me. Anxiety and depression are very personal to the individual and there are no concrete solutions especially when people suffer for different reasons. This post is meant to be compassionate. In other words, I understand you and am here to offer what works for me and MAY work for you. If it doesn't work for you and you are searching further, that is okay. Just don't lose your curiosity and one day you will find your answers or at least leads. But it won't be easy and you have to do the work and keep on keeping on.

1.) I am going through this with no medication. If you are on medication and it is working for you, please do NOT stop. But I have realized that my anxiety and depression stem from my emotions from the past traumas I have gone through. I have realized that I have to be fully present with my emotions and let them run through me fully so I can learn to accept them and manage them. Which is really difficult. But the problem is, if your medication no longer works or if you want to go off, your original emotions are waiting there for you when the medication wears off, usually even stronger. I learned through all of this that I don't want to be fully present, that I usually check out and that is counter-productive to this process.

I have been on medication, which lasted one year. It took the edge off, and while that was nice to not have to deal with all the anxiety, I started not to care about much in life anymore, and I merely existed from day to day. I also lost my creative spark, and the desire to dress up and look good, which I used to always care about. I lost the will to write, and my desire to dance. I didn't have to fight emotions all the time, but I was just existing. I could no longer stand it. I didn't want to live that way. I didn't want to grow old and realize that I just sat there and watched my life go by instead of living it when I had the chance.

Besides, the medication was no longer working. And when I decided to go off, my anxiety issues were right there waiting for me twice as strong as before. Probably because I didn't enroll in therapy while I was on medication. While I was on medication, I was a zombie and didn't feel I needed the therapy. Because there were no strong feelings to deal with, I didn't feel inspired to go, and kind of duped myself into thinking I was okay. Because the medication takes 2-6 weeks to kick in, you don't really notice a difference until later down the line. It gets difficult to tell sometimes. Many people tell me that a combination of medication and therapy was very effective. I personally disagree because if I am on medication I don't want therapy, or I don't want to journal, because the strong feelings are not there for me to deal with.

I was so relieved when a dear friend of mine who is licensed told me she felt I should not take anything. She said that I just need therapy. She was against meds, and I was happy to hear it. She felt I could deal with my emotions, accept them and learn how to manage them and live a med-free life. I gave it a shot.

Of course my doctors in my PPO wanted me on medication. But when I first took medication, I had awful side effects. I had brain zaps, and white-outs. In the beginning, everything would turn fuzzy and white and my ears would ring. It scared me. But luckily it happened in the beginning, and I eventually felt better and got the anxious edge taken off. Then a year later I developed brain zaps and the medication wasn't working as well.

If one medication doesn't work, doctors have you try something else, and who knows what the side effects could be. And what if your doctors aren't that reliable or compassionate or they left and stuck you with someone else? I did not want to waste valuable time being a guinea pig. I also did not want to rely on chemicals to change my moods and stifle my feelings.

Over the summer when I met with a new psychiatrist, he prescribed me a different medication, (because he is a psych doctor on my crappy PPO) but I could tell somewhere in the back of his brain he felt that I didn't really need it. Even my psychiatrist before him would say things like "See, you traveled the world all by yourself dealing with anxiety and you turned out fine. You are fully able to handle your emotions, but it is nice to sometimes go on cruise- control and this is what the medication does."

Which leads me to

2) Anxiety and depression can not be fought. For me it had to be accepted. I had to and still have to accept that this may be with me forever, and that it is okay to feel like total shit, it is okay to feel like the world hates you, it is okay to feel like you want to go crazy. I accept those feelings, and treasure moments of happiness even more when you come. But when you are feeling sad and get angry for not being happy, it's pointless.

Don't you ever get tired of these "positive" "self-help" speeches telling us that we have to be positive no matter what ? That we have to ignore the negative and focus on the positive ?  To fake it until we make it ? That if we are sad for no reason we have to tell ourselves to snap out of it because so many people have it worse ? I think it's a little unreasonable to place that pressure on people.

I get tired of listening to that shit because we are human and entitled to our feelings. There is always a reason we feel the way we do. There is no such thing as people experiencing emotions for no reason. Besides, my feelings and other peoples' misery have no connection. You can feel sad and still empathize with people going through hardships.

In other words, you don't have to tell people what you are going through if you don't want to, but you can still feel it and accept it and be there for others in a time of need.

This leads to

3) Because we are so ashamed of feeling anxious and depressed, we stay in instead of go out with our friends, we stop doing the things we love because we let our feelings prevent us from feeling whole. Unless we feel good, we shouldn't be out. We are so ashamed of our depression and anxiety that we think the whole world will notice when we step outside. That people will notice and judge us or shame us. So we try to pretend that there is no problem, and feel so ashamed when we aren't happy when we are out with our friends or on a date and then we punish ourselves and the cycle continues.

Now that I am learning to accept these feelings, when I am out and feel moments of hopelessness, I don't cut the day short, leave the room or sit in a corner. I just acknowledge that I feel like shit, and that it's okay and that I am going to stay where I am and continue with my day.

I also learned that most people don't notice, that the world does not revolve around my emotions, and it is not the end of the world if I feel shitty. The world will not stop if I feel like I am about to go crazy. In fact, most people won't even notice. All they see is that I am out there doing whatever I am doing. They don't see that I feel like I am in prison. People that I am talking to don't see that I feel like I am about to go crazy. They just see me talking to them and asking them about their day or making immature jokes.

It is easy to lay in bed all day and feel guilty for wasting the whole day once you do get up. If that happens, just get up and go about your day. Just because you had a depressed morning does not mean that you will have a sad evening.

SUMMARY:

1) Don't feel like you have to be bound by medication if it's not for you. Facing your raw emotions without meds is one of the most difficult things you will ever have to face. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. But if you do it, it lays a solid foundation for the future.

2.) Accept what you are going through and that it too shall pass. Our life and everything in it is temporary. Be okay with how you are feeling and work on changing your emotions if you don't like them. But accept them first.

3.) Continue to go out and do the things you used to do.

Well, that is all for now my lovelies !! Of course I could go on and on about this subject, but this is a start for now.  Please let me know if you have any questions, comments or suggestions. No matter what science and medicine say, we are still free thinkers and are free to make our own decisions and come up with our own solutions. I hope you find the answers you are looking for.

Nasty Dog

Hello There My Little Chocolate Delights..............

So I am back............. I am a horrible updater and friend, but in my defense a lot has been going on. Ever since I got hired back in November, the commute has been horrific. It sucks massive donkey dong. I have also been looking for a new place. I just put down a deposit, but that is half the battle. The other half is the current tenant moving out and then me furnishing the place. I have never decorated anything. Also, I have never so much as even owned furniture, not even a TV. Never. It's about time I grow up a little and be the Queen of my castle for once. 

What else........................

So I have been housesitting for my friend while she's frolicking about in Europe. The agreement was to water her plants and take care of her dog. The dog........... what can I say ? She's such a sweetheart except that she's a little stinker.

So I've left my dirty clothes next to the hamper and she has been eating the crotch of my dirty underwear. I feel so violated. This morning I forgot to pick up my underwear after my shower. I go back, and nasty doggie dragged my knickers and left them chewed. I pointed my finger at her and called her a nasty little pervert, but she doesn't seem to give a fuck.

She also licks her asshole. On my bed. Usually she is busy licking her paws, but occasionally, while she is next to me, I will her some slurping. When I look over, I see her leg is up in the air, and she is swirling her tongue around her little chocolate starfish. Then she wants to put her face next to mine. 

If eating my undies and licking her bunghole aren't enough she has also taken to farting in my bed. It's pretty rancid. I've Dutch-ovened her before. But hot damn, she outranks me by far. 

The nasty combination of the above three is disgusting enough, but thankfully I don't have the desire to beat her, lol. I still carry her like a baby on her back and rub her belly.

Anywhoresies, enough for now. Besitos !

And the Rest Is Still Unwritten.............

Hello My Little Birdies !

Loooong time, not talk................ I thought I was going to never write here again. I was just feeling uninspired to write. I have LOTS to say. I don't know if I have any followers left. I remember Zsuzi commenting and asking where I was last, but I didn't respond :( I kind of fell off the blog wagon and I am truly sorry if anyone felt ignored by it.

So much has happened............ I got a smart phone (thought I would never get one), I bought a new car (other one broke down), moved out of my last place (I still have to move again by the end of the month) and my responsibilities at work changed and my desk got moved. The changes have been positive, hope it stays that way, but it is a lot to handle, and I am not done yet.

Also, my depression has come back in full force and hit me very hard, harder than I've ever experienced in my life. Both anxiety and depression. I used to treat the symptoms, they would subside and I would go on about my business, only for it to return again because I haven't dealt with the root of the problem. It's no longer avoidable. I intend to fight this everyday and do everything I can to beat this. Every morning is another chance to get up and try again. I tried medication, and it made me numb, and while I could function, my zest for life disappeared too. 

Lately I have had panic attacks in the morning where I can't breath and I want to throw up. I want to cry. My mind is my own prison. I feel fine at night, only to wake up in the morning to relive the nightmare, if I don't have nightmares or wake up in the middle of the night first.

I just have to say, I completely empathize with anyone who is going through this. Anyone that has thoughts about not wanting to live, anyone that just feels like there is no hope. I totally get it, and I feel for you 100%. Please know that you are not alone. So many people go through it, and although it sucks total dinosaur genitalia, it does get better, if only for a few moments. There are patches of sunshine.

I am grateful for every moment of happiness I get. Money, riches, status mean absolutely nothing if you are not happy. All I want is to be happy. 

Anyway, time for bed. Besitos, and we'll talk soon.

Back for a Minute.................

Hi Lovelies !

How are you ? I would be shocked if I still have any readers at this point. For starters, I've been MIA since January, and also upon reading the blogs of fellow posters, it seems like many bloggers have abandoned their blogs.

I haven't written anything for a while because I just haven't felt inspired to write. Yeah, I post on Facebook a lot, but I haven't really felt like sitting and writing like I used to. Considering that my previous post was titled
"Penises and Vaginas" and Ihad a video clip of a flying dildo and my dad was tired of seeing that every time he stopped by the blog, I figured, I should come up here and write something else.

Since I last posted a couple weeks after new years, not a lot has happened. I did sign up for personal training. I tried out two trainers. One was at the gym by my work. The other one by my house kicked my ass. He had me sprint up and down the stairs and do burpees in between. When I told him that I wanted to barf, he laughed and pointed to the bathroom. Then we did squats and pushups and sprints. He is a masochist, and I think I will pay him a lot of money to kick my ass. Because you can bet that I am not gonna push myself that hard alone. No way.

What else..................... I got of my depression medication around valentines day. I did it for a couple of reasons. First of all, I think gained weight because of it. I don't care what the doctors say. They say that you won't gain eight on antidepressants. Yeah right !

Also, I was tired of the side effects, I felt dizzy, I sometimes felt brain shocks, shivers, and once in a very blue moon I had white-outs. My vision started to fade into white fuzz, my ears would ring and I would get light-headed all at the same time. When that happened, I guessed it was probably a side effect, but the feelings were so intense, that for ten seconds out of that episode I wanted to end my life. Then I would snap out of it and I would be normal again.

Most of all, anti-depressants made me feel like a machine. Yes, it was nice feeling leveled out, having the edge taken off. It was nice not giving a fuck about a lot of things I used to worry about. I no longer cared what people thought of me, I no longer felt the stress of things around me like I used to. Dating ? Who cared ! How I looked while walking out the door ? Stopped caring...........

Being leveled out like I was caused me to lose inspiration and desire for creativity in my life. I was functioning, but not living. I was tired of not living my life. Of course there are consequences for getting off the antidepressants. I was miserable for two weeks. I had nice little brain zaps, I would hear ringing in my ears, and I just felt weak. Now that the drugs are out of my system, I am a little paranoid. I feel like the whole world hates me, or is laughing at me. And if people are being nice to me, that they are lying, and they secretly hate me. But those feelings didn't come from nowhere. Growing up I was mercilessly teased in school, or I would overhear family talk about me behind my back.

Also, now that I care more about things, I realized that I gained weight, it snuck up on me while I was on antidepressants, and I didn't really care to much to do anything about it.

But............ at least I have moments of happiness and inspiration back. It would be a shame if I lived my life like a robot and didn't care about doing anything exciting. I may not feel happiness everyday, but I when I feel moments of peace and happiness, I cherish those moments.

Penises and Vaginas................

What's Up Kiddies ?

Miss me ?

So I wanted to talk about genitalia. Well, not directly.

First of all, this one's for the ladies. Don't you hate it when you get a camel toe ? I know I do. I always make sure I got my shit together before I leave the house, namely that I am not outlining my lady bits for the world to see. And I am very careful. I always make sure I am covered and that I wear underpants. I don't understand how women can go commando in short dresses, and then act all offended when they fall and get complimentary AC up their bits, or they get all offended when they see someone looking. You never know when you will fall, end up ass up, or when someone has a camera under the table. But that is fodder for another post.

But what really burns my biscuits is when I get a forced cameltoe with my workout pants. So Victoria's Secret was having a huge sale on their yoga pants. It's awesome, cuz it makes my big ass look almost as shapely as Kim Kardashian's. So I bought them and got them tailored because I am short.

Then when I put them on at the gym, I noticed that there is a seam right in the middle that goes up the crotch. As if to say to the world "Hey, here is my vag, and in case you still can't tell where it is, this seam will draw the line for you that goes all the way up so you can trace it from my vag to my stomach in case you are really confused !" It's like a connect-the-dots book for men.

Anyway, so the workout pants make my ass look fabulous and highlights the fact that after a month of stairclimbing my thighs no longer rub together when I walk, and so I wear them. I bought a long, tight  tanktop to cover half my ass and vag. Good enough for now.

Let's talk about penises...................

Well, not really talk. Less talk, more showing..............

My gosh, I wish I could pull this off at some of our political debates. The candidates could get slapped across the head with a flying dong each time they lied or said something really stupid.

No wonder most people don't take a huge interest in politics in this country !

Looong Post Including Book Review.......... I gots lots to say !

Hello There My Little Puppies !


How are you ?


Thanks for your kinds comments on my last post. I was asked to post pics of the retro jewelry my grandmother gave me, and I will once I get off my lazy ass to take pics. I own some special pieces of jewelry from both sides of the family. I am not a jewelry person. I have very small hands and thin wrists and nothing fits. Marilyn Monroe has got it twisted. Diamonds are not a girl's best friend. I could care less about them. If I found them on the street (like that is ever gonna happen) I would sell them immediately to fund a vacation. I am happier in costume jewelry so I don't lose my mind if it gets lost or I get mugged or robbed. It only takes one time of getting assaulted in a public parking lot in broad daylight to rethink what I wear out in public. And I was carrying a cheaply made Coach bag. (I thought it was real, but those bitches ripped it when they yanked it from me.)


I will care about jewelry is when I get an engagement ring followed by a wedding ring and THAT better not be fake. The other time I care is when I inherit jewelry from family members or receive them as gifts from family. The pieces I own are a special part of my family history, mainly coming from happy times in my family members' lives such as gifts of true love, vacation, custom jewelry made by a friend, or a purchase for a party.


So I was going to write more to follow my last post on my depression, but you know what ? It's not going away anytime soon so I will save it for another day because I would rather blog about a book I read so I don't forget.

It is called The Amazing Adventures of A Nobody by Leon Logothetis. Basically, this guy from England leaves behind his corporate job and comfortable yet disconnected life to travel from New York to Hollywood to touch the Hollywood sign.  He planned to travel with only five dollars a day and without a car or phone or anything else other than his backpack. To do this he had to depend on the kindness of strangers in a world where we are taught at a young age not to talk to strangers. He had his producer with him, and other staff members staying in hotels while he was doing this. He could have at anytime decided to bow out when things got hard and go back to his comfortable life. But he did stick it out 99%. And I give him credit for that. One can argue that he stuck it out 100%, but I disagree. I wasn't completely satisfied with the ending. And I don't want to spoil it for you in case you are interested. I think he has a TV series based on his experiences.


I looked up the reviews on Amazon. Basically all good reviews, people were "inspired". It was an interesting book, but I wasn't as inspired as everyone else. In fact, part of him annoyed the shit out of me. I understand being bored with life and wanting to travel the world. I have that feeling nagging at me all the time and I still feel like I haven't lived and traveled enough. I can sympathize with that and I admire him for acting on it. Many people don't and regret it. 


His "project" was to rely on the kindness of strangers to get from New York to California with $5 a day, no phone, car or credit cards. I did enjoy the book overall and I learned a lot as well. I enjoyed reading about his adventures, because when you are traveling down the path "less traveled" you have to be a little crazy, and I am as well. But I was still annoyed with him.


For example, while he was traveling he came across as mooching and I freaking hate mooching and people that mooch off me. And just because he really has money in real life doesn't make it anymore acceptable than when a homeless person mooches. It's like he thinks he is better and that he can prey on the kindness of others in the name of a project. Thank God he didn't ask for money or take it when people offered. I really would have gone mad.

When Leon was traveling he would get to his destinations by some of the following methods by: hitchhiking, asking for assistance at truck stops, asking for free rooms at hotels, free meals at restaurants. While he was doing this, he would preface his request by saying some of the following:


- "I have a story. Would you like to hear a story ?"


- " I am doing a project on traveling and the kindness of strangers. How would you like to do a good deed for today? You have an opportunity to do something kind for me. "

-When people would sometimes ask him why they should help him he would sometimes respond that they would get good karma from the deed.

I enjoyed some of the book because people did go out of their way to help him. It wasn't always easy, but he did get free places to stay, free food, free rides. It goes to show that people are nice and charitable in a hard world.

I consider myself to be a nice person, and I believe in paying it forward, as well as helping people out when I am in the position to do so. But I will only do it when I really believe the person needs it or is in trouble. Not because of some fucking project. I would be out of my mind to pick up hitchhikers, let strangers spend the night at my house or just hang out with them. Especially when they feed me bullshit lines mentioned above. You never know who you are dealing with.

Above all whenever anyone asks me if I want to hear their story and that they've got a story to tell, I am very suspicious. It's one thing when it comes from a classmate or someone I will be around for a while. It's completely different when it comes from a stranger. When strangers are trying to tell you all about them, it's usually because they have an agenda. They want something from you whether it's assistance, your money, your body or your admiration. And this guy wanted help in traveling, getting his bus tickets paid for, getting a place to stay.

And another thing..................

I understand that he was bored with his life and needed some diversion. But traveling with no money and mooching off others ? Really ? It pisses me off that he had a nice place in England, a job and a decent life in England and he did not appreciate it. He acted like it was a drag. Never did he express being grateful for having that and the means to travel and mooch off others. Why couldn't he appreciate his position in life ? Irritating.

In my life I have busted my ass to get where I am. I am a legal secretary. It may not seem like a huge feat. But I am over thirty, and took for-fucking-ever to get where I am, just to have a job with health benefits that I am incredibly grateful for. I realize that it could be taken from me at any moment, and I am grateful for having what I do. It took me going to school for my bachelors, my AA degree, busting my ass in a couple of free volunteer jobs, and working in retail for about 10 years before I got an office job. And I earned it. I worked hard and met the right people, none of it was handed to me. 

And this guy doesn't appreciate the fact that he doesn't have to wait tables, clean bathrooms, rent cars or get shat on by the general public like many others in the real world? Makes my teeth itch when people aren't grateful.

I was definitely most irritated when he mouthed off to a police officer. When he was cited for jay-walking he mouthed off to the cop who wrote him a ticket and asked him why he couldn't be focusing on the real criminals.

I lived in Barcelona for a year on my own with barely any help and I managed to do that in a country with a different language, and I still did not mooch off anyone. I met a lot of kind people. I also did not mouth off to officers, and when men were willing to help me out with food or a place to stay, I had to be very careful because nothing in life is ever really free.

When I was on vacation in Amsterdam, I was stranded for a day. I was completely lost. My friend was supposed to meet me at the airport, but didn't realize that he would really be in a day later than me. I trusted him to make all of the plans so I had no idea where I was staying or what to do.

I was lucky that I met a kind person at the hostel I was at to calm me down and get to the proper hostel. He stayed with me, calmed me down, hugged me and told me I would be okay, and looked out for me so that I was okay. But I really needed it. I wasn't out there looking for kindness, and telling random people my story so they would help me further my trip. 

Some other things to consider:

-He is a guy with a large build, there is less of a risk of getting robbed or fucked with. 

- When I needed assistance abroad, I really needed it. There was no team staying at a nearby hotel. I did not have a place to stay back at home, nor did I have any money. In Barcelona, there were times I did not know where I would stay the next month, sometimes I didn't know if I would have enough money to last for food, or a place to stay. And I ended up getting more money by getting a job under the table, something he never did. He never worked. Who is he fooling ? Yeah, I know he wanted a little adventure, but it does really change things when you have a stash of cash and a nice home back in your country. 

- There were times he put himself in dangerous positions and got confronted by questionable characters in rough neighborhoods. He didn't have to stick his neck out there like that. He could have made better choices and he is lucky he didn't get shot. Things don't always work out like that. People do get hurt.

- He traveled in a country that spoke the same language he did. C'mon now if you are bored with your cushy lifestyle and want adventure, go live in a non-english speaking country. See how far asking for help will get you and good luck explaining the concept of karma. 

So yeah, good book, it was interesting to see how it played out and how people reacted to him. I think I will stick to relying on myself when traveling. I would rather fund my own travels, meet people to get to know them and their cultures without asking for anything in return, and I would rather appreciate my office job and a place to stay. 

Okay, Imma step off the soap box and go eat and watch trash TV. I love weekends where I am not required to leave the house or answer to anybody.