All Aboard The S.S. Get-Me-The-Fuck-Outta-Here It finally happened. I've been beaten. Work. Money. Filthy hobo's who are always trying to take my shoes. The general vagaries of a routine life are taking their toll on my frail old psyche. They say that life is full of surprises, but I'm guessing who ever coined that term did so a hell of a long time ago. Perhaps back when you could have moments like, "Let me get this straight. The Earth isn't flat?" or "Have you heard about how being clean and shit can prevent disease? I might actually see my 24th birthday after all!" life really was full of surprises, but these days what has anybody really got that's going to surprise them? You get up and go to your routine job where you watch the clock run its endless loop until it's time to go. After that perhaps you go out and have some drinks or dinner with friends. Maybe you fall in love. Maybe it lasts for more than the blink of an eye. You spend some quality time trying to figure out what it is about the world that makes it so much more different than what you thought it would be way back when. Then you go to bed so you can get up bright and early the next morning to start all over again. That's not surprising, it's irritating. Can you tell I need a vacation? I really need a fucking vacation. That's why I've decided to take a cruise. "A cruise?", I can hear you asking. "You don't really strike me as the midnight buffet, shuffleboard sort.". That's why I'm going on a cargo freighter. Can you really do that? Yup. Are you insane. Almost certainly. What kind of a nut job feels a sudden craving for overwhelming isolation? Overwhelming isolation is a bit of an overstatement, but I can't help but feel drawn towards the notion of being as far away from it all as possible, and not in a fake 'this resort had no phone or TV' kind of way. I want to sit on the deck of a ship and know that there isn't so much as a spec of dirt anywhere within hundreds of miles of me. I want the unrelenting boredom that comes not from doing the same idiotic circles in the hamster wheel every day, but rather comes from a hermitage like forced seclusion... You know what? I really do sound crazy. I think I'll just get a puppy or something.
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