Ladies and gentlemen we’ll be boarding the flight number TS193 to Montreal in a few moments. Make sure to have your ticket and passport ready for inspection. Damn I can hear it coming more than ever now, I shiver just to think of this lady’s voice that’ll soon set me free again. It is about to happen, I can feel it in my veins.
There are clearly two kinds of people in this world, two very different schools.
Those who love coffee and those who put sugar in it. Those who love French fries so much they could have them for breakfast and those who think they’re just greasy insipid potatoes. Those who are sexually attracted by intelligence and those who rely on nightclubs’ darkness. Those who use at least ten different tabs simultaneously on their computer and those who just shut them down without even asking when you lend them your laptop to play a track over Youtube. Those who love to take their daily selfie in mirrors and those who’d never even consider using their phone as a camera. Those who are systematically broke on the 5th of each month and those who understand the concept of budgeting. Those who have a visceral need for music daily from dawn to dusk to get going and those who like to listen to the radio every once in a while. Those who have a plan and put on shit loads of work in order to finance and fulfill their dreams and those who work to pay the car that takes them to work. Those who use dating sites and those who’d rather die alone with pride.
“Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively.”
Behind my bar I may be quiet but I see things. I see long-term couples facing each other with depression in their look, I see envious husbands staring at the next table’s lady, I see bitter old folks that seem to be mad at the entire world for they chose the wrong one far too soon, I see kids that have kids… but I never see myself in any of those people, and all the better.
You know you’re on the right way when looking back does no longer sound tempting.
So as I said a year has gone by, a year that I’m dreaming of this upcoming trip to North America, a year that has most probably be one of the toughest, but how many things have I learned during those 12 months?
I’ve become a manager, a bartender, I’ve learned endurance – mental endurance mostly, perseverance, I’ve learned that the world is full of dreamless people who are just getting up every morning without an actual goal. Wait, nope. I knew that already.
During this year I regained a financial and a physical health, but at what cost? … My patience has been tested severely and even if it doesn’t seem so, my mental health is seriously damaged.
Too much taken upon myself, too much patience shown, too much deprivation, too many idiots on my way, too many sacrifices, too few beautiful encounters…
If I had to summarize the season I just spent @ La Tranche sur Mer in a few numbers I’d just say;
Number of times I’ve wanted to throw one through the window : 120
Boredom rate : 120%
Number of Joe Six-Packs* per square meter : 120
Crime rate : 0,0120%
Average age : 120 years old
I gotta get my ass outta here : power 120 thousand!!!
*Joe Six-Pack is the best translation I found for the French word “Beauf”. The definition of this very particular kind of people is yet to be found on Wikipedia;
“Beauf [pronounced /bof/] is a French term describing a man perceived as vulgar, unintelligent, arrogant, uncaring, and misogynist, without any taste for etiquette or good manners. A beauf will typically be prompt to jump to conclusions and have strong views on complex social issues, based on an insufficient analysis of the facts, but presented as being plain common sense.”
The day when “highbrow” has become an insult, we should already have started to worry.
I’ve learned that despite what we tend to think, there ain’t no common sense, no logic proper to everybody and nothing is acquired for everyone – not a single thing. Matter of fact nowadays manners, education and respect seem to have disappeared among a certain fringe of the population. The 21st century isn’t it? And still, humankind don’t even share a common base of principles. Some will forever make you struggle with their stupidity and if you’re stupid enough to enter their game, they’ll drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.
I feel like if I forced myself to study so hard it was only in the goal that one day, I would be able to swim against the current and bypass all the crap I hate about this world. To be a better soldier of my own cause.
I’ve learned that sometimes, you have to be your own hero.
“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”
But better move on with all those assholes; “Holding a grudge is letting someone live rent-free in your head.”
Besides, one needs those punks to appreciate good peeps. Remember, nobody can cause you any harm without your permission.
“It’s the beauty, not the ugly, that hurts the most.”
All my best friends are now wanderers, vagabonds, nighthawks, and daydreamers. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Life leaves us the choice to make it an accident or an adventure.
“I don’t need anybody because I learned to be alone and anywhere I lay my head, boys I will call my home.”
Life is moving fast, life is discoveries, life is multicultural, life is exchange, life is different smiles, life is music, life is unexpected, life is a journey. We travel no to escape life, but for life not to escape us. I don’t wanna earn my freedom, I got it.
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.”
One day you wake up and you get to an age where when you find a girl, it’s probably the good one – or at least now, it is supposed to be. No more messing around! Well in fact that’s most often what your surrounding would like to see. But you can’t say that this eventuality hasn’t crossed your mind though.
An age where you no longer bother try to hide your vices, drugs and others. If you get caught, fine, you’ll pay your fine, end of story.
An age where, one by one, all those insignificant and pretty lame couples around you eventually put on a suit and make commitments. Remember that particularly good old buddy of yours that you’re progressively less and less hanging out with since he found that weird chick a couple months back?? You know, the one that was always like “Duuuude!! Fuck marriage really, dafuq you’d even need this for?!” When he first started to sorta ditch on you because of her jealous behavior you were like “Yeah nevermind, it’ll pass, it’s never gonna last between them anyway, he’ll be back someday like he always does once he dumps one of his girls..”
Well yesterday you bumped into him, something was kinda shinning around his left ring finger and guess what?? He’s gonna be a father soon. Game over dude. I want you to know that I really enjoyed growing up by your side, see you never I guess. Another kid having a kid, what a tragedy; this world’s definitely not on the right track to raise the bar. And while we’re at it, it’s funny how this takes us straight back to the very beginning of this post; “There are clearly two kinds of people in this world.” No wonder where that Joe Six-Pack generation is issued from…
Once more, people get married, have kids and all and I’m like “which part of the world am I going to next?”
“I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.”