Stoned

Post numero tres. I don’t know any Spanish. I wanna learn Spanish. When I got back from Belize in December I was going to start learning Spanish. The most I’ve done to get the needle moving on this effort is get a library card that will main line me to the Pimsleur language learning materials (Reddit said they were good).

I want to road trip across Guatemala. I want to rent a car and drive around Guatemala all by myself and hang out and take photographs. I told the lady in San Ignacio that I wanted to do that and she hesitated and then said I should learn Spanish, and that the shuttle buses were fine.

I also want to learn to ride a motorcycle. When I was being chaperoned through Guatemala (let’s be real, tour guides are chaperones because tourists are technically infantile in a foreign country), there were so many girls on motorcycles. They rode them with such ease and they looked so cute, like they were coming from a friend’s place or just going to pick up something.

I felt the urge to write today, it’s weird to come back out to play on a page with such frequency. I brainstorm what I want to write while I am on the subway but then I get home and I’m in another direction, another place. I feel like I have so much to say. It’s weird though, there’s only so much real I want to provide on the internet. Like I thought about how 2022 was absolute shit, and I was going to go into this dramatic opus about it, but then I realized, no one wants to hear that 2022 was shit. People empathize with the fact that 2022 was shit and they’ll lend an ear if you need it, but if a person was given the choice to go plant shopping or listen to you talk about how 2022 was shit, they would go plant shopping.

I know I said it, but I am not swimming towards it. The sun is shining in Brooklyn and the cold has softened. Dawn has broken over a new day.