What is it about Sundays that can change one’s mood so drastically? It is a day to reflect upon the past week while looking forward to the week ahead. It seems fitting to title this category of random experiences and their effects after this unique day.
October 31, 2006
November 13, 2006 at 1:51 am
I hear you on the Sundays bro. I totaled my car on Thursday and I didn’t receive a scratch. The car that hit me (completely their intoxicated fault) had 6 passengers, none of whom were wearing their seatbelts. My roommate and I were wearing our seatbelts, but she did end up with a couple bruises. Nothing happened to me. Since I got a rental, I have been very reluctant to drive. Proves what mom always said, “cars are the most dangerous weapons.”
It sounds like your doing great man. You are doing a good job on expressing yourself through this blog. I read all of them and its almost as if I can picture myself going through the exact same things if I were there. Keep it up, and I’ll be more responsive with e-mails and send you things in the mail.
I’m doing well. Isabel’s roommates are cool and with me living here, rent is dirt cheap. My cousin that died went to school with my sister and was definitely the closest person to my heart that has ever died. I don’t know if I felt like my sister needed me here or that I just had to get out of my parents’ house, but it feels right being here and Asheville is great.
Enjoy your new life over there! Don’t let the circumstantial guilt trip get you. I know it’s going to happen regardless, but the States can’t really be compared to anywhere else in the world. For example, the reason I was in my car accident: I was watching the Thursday night football game between two undefeated teams Rutgers (believe it or not) and Louisville. Game was tied with 7 minutes to play and the cable went out. My roommate, Kim, was going to the bowling alley anyway and needed a ride so I decided to watch it there. I hadn’t gone a half mile when the accident occurred.
I bet the Ghanaians don’t have these instant gratification problems. Learn the culture and teach all of your loved ones how to slow down and truly appreciate life when you return. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. Best wishes my friend.
Peace and love,
Scott
December 4, 2006 at 12:57 pm
Hey bro,
Good to hear from you…and in so much depth. I again am sorry for the loss of your cousin…it sounds that it is good for your sis that you are living with her now.
What you said about instant gratification is interesting. It is weird man…I am starting to actually get pleasure in being deprived my wants. Maybe pleasure is too extreme a word to use…but I am satisfied a lot more of the time here…with less taking in my mind. It is hard to explain since you arn’t here with me…but it definitely makes me appreciate the little things a whole lot more, and even question why it has taken me so long to look at them in this light in the first place.
One thing I have noticed…well, another thing, is that we are all so similar. It surprises me actually. Ghanaians aspire to go to America man, and if they did, there is no doubt in my mind after a few generations, they would hold the same views on importance of schedules and achievements, efficiency and pride…but that is not everyone. I don’t know man, it is hard to articulate this point I want to make about how I view losing yourself in the crowd as most Americans do…probably any humans actually. I want to write a book on the topic…a novel…I have a strong story line and a great opening paragraph in my mind…ahahahaha, a lot more work to go into it, but it is more of an enjoyable task rather than an obligation I feel. Anyway man, I need to head to my site it is getting late and traveling is hard to do after dark here. Alright bro…keep sending me some thoughts…much love.