No, folks, I am not disgruntled about being here. Sorry if I was misleading. I love being here. By wondering what the fuck I'm doing here, I don't mean that in a desperate way, I mean it in a, "Why did I come to Italy? Why did I want so bad to leave the United States?" sorta way. You know? I meant it in more of a "What is the meaning of life?" sorta way, to be cliche about it. Though I really don't think my intentions or reasons for being here are even that dramatic.
In conclusion, I think I needed the culture shock. It reawakens one's senses. One experiences the world more vividly when poor and in a foreign country that makes no sense. There is a lot of frustration that necessarily comes with this, but it is well worth it. Routines are hypnotic. If you listen to the same song every day, you no longer hear the words or the hooks or the melodies. It ceases to have any effect. And that's how I felt about the United States. Needed a break. Sorry to have to post to clarify this. The blog was written late at night, when I was feeling cynical and sarcastic. Actually I thought it was funny. Not whiny. Not because I was feeling dejected and depressed. But because I wanted to share thoughts. Next time I'll try to be more chipper.
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