Today I saw a shower with a radio. The towns I’ve visited include obscure shops intermixed with the standard shops that seems to be prevalent around these places- Dunkin Donuts, Subway, the local deli(s), florist shops, grand old churches with stained glassed windows…I could recount the universal niceties of our host families so far but that might take too long. I’m writing this on an host’s laptop right now. Mine still needs a charger. I don’t know what to relate in the short time I have before sleep. I still can’t get used to collapsing exhausted and getting back up early to do it all over again. The eclecticism of our hosts has been enjoyable. Yesterday our host picked up a Free chandelier on the side of the road and placed it atop his jeep. They’ve both had dogs. One had a mix between a golden retriever and a poodle. These guys have a rescue that has to sniff you before you get near him without his muzzle. Afterwards he’s really loving. His name is Mason and his owner is named Max. I wonder if it might be more appropriate vice-versa.
I’m painfully self-conscious of the people around me, not all surprising seeing I’ve tried my best to be secluded from the people of the world. Now I’m kinda jumping into a cold pool after soaking in a hot tub. Not too much about me. Owner of this computer Max, is a striving medical student who’s trying to get a job in Boston to move in with his gf who just moved there. He has a Masters in Chemistry and is charmingly self-deprecating with a moderate temperament. Maybe I shouldn’t describe a person I’m sitting right next to. Excuse any typos. Matt and Max share this desperate aura around them of young professionals with Masters and practical skill but are struggling to fulfill their potential in the occupational world.
The biggest perk of being around educated people though is that they raise interesting topics. The guy who we stayed with yesterday sold picture frames as a living- a family business that apparently affords him an almost egregiously large house (mansion), complete with pool, spa, pool room, etc. His son is going into his junior year and the other day atop the mountain camping Matt asked for a story from our 16th year of life. We all gasped at the transience of our memories and the frequency through which what might be seen as important at the moment fades so rapidly in retrospect.
While gasping at all the enormously expansive houses of Redding, Peter (the jeep guy) told me that one of the guys on the right worked/is in charge of Watson. Took me a while to realize what he was talking about but it’s Watson IBM, the AI that competes in Jeopardy (absurdly). That was a brief celebrity encounter (not really) that kinda rooted this experience in the intensely odd fusion of reality and fiction that I’ve been experiencing. I’m sure I’ve already relayed the feeling of rapid flip-flop between excruciating pain and blissful self-awareness. Like joy beyond anything I’ve ever felt before a hard stop and then more punishing gravel and gravity. Say what you will about the rest of my character but be sure to know I’m the neurotic guy. There are so many details I want to relate to you and ingrain in my memory. I’m afraid this experience is a sensory surfeit, like going to a museum and seeing so many pieces in such a short amount of time. We were trying to find that pizza hut place and on the way home I was like “Oh I spoke to like six people today!”. Yo this is harder than I thought. I could spew words like a garbage chute about the rest of these few days.
New Haven and almost every town around here possess such a rich culture and history that’s enlivened the people around here in an invisible way, as if they have deeper roots and a connection/curiosity to their landscape-unlike (generalizing) the suburbs we live in, composed of peoples displaced. And of course there’s no history. Christian (Matt’s gf) is incredible. She works as a pastor at a church right down the road from their street which is the FIRST united church of its kind founded in the 1600s and built in the 1800s. Its hard to make it sound interesting. I’m kinda in a drunken state of sleepiness. I hate myself more when I speak, not to be melodramatic. If only that rewind button from Click was real lol. I want to edit and backspace people’s responses to the words I spew out. When the intractable nature of social interaction paralyzes you how should I understand the future in manageable terms, i.e. college?
A quote I’ve been holding onto since today: “Necessity is the mother of adaptation”. I’m hoping I can adapt soon, maybe my character is not as malleable as I thought it was. Creature of habit…realized all of my days was pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, followed by sleep, and then more pleasure. Mixing Bob’s Burgers with dad’s food….the netflix life is impossibly alluring. Please think of the quote as you give your thoughts on moving nearly straight from traveling to living in another state. Feeling extremely sad when I empathize with you (in which I see things as you would), and feeling sad just by myself. See you soon.
~Recorded on 07/06/16