Tongariki doesn't have internet access. I write all of my
blog posts when I'm in town, in between binging on all sorts of things--Indian
food, beer, the ability to purchase things that aren't breakfast crackers or
tin meat. It's really funny, though, that life without internet access has made
the internet so much more boring than I ever remember it being. Like in
college I spent basically all day, every day, on the internet in some form or
another, whether it was listening to music while I did my homework, watching
hyper-educational shows like Teen Mom, or just clicking through TMZ
while I was waiting for my coffee somewhere. But now I'm like--how did that
even happen? Maybe since I've missed out on months of internet news at a time,
nothing seems important to me.
At site, my parents told me about local news ... a little
bit. Since February, I've heard about what happened at the Boston Marathon as
well as about the election of the new pope. So when I came back from site, and
everything on the internet was talking about Benghazi, and some IRS scandal
(that frankly doesn't sound all that scandalous) it's just hard to be
interested.
Facebook is basically the same. I feel like my life has
changed so dramatically--and rapidly--that I can't really explain it in any
way. There's just so much stuff up there that it's a little overwhelming.
It's probably good for me that I live so far out from
everything. When will I ever be able to live like this ever again? I'll never
be this far away from everything. I'll never be in another situation where it
doesn't matter what I look like--where, in fact, I can look as incredibly
homeless as I want. It'll just never happen. And here I have the opportunity to
live a normal life--read lots of books, socialize a lot, and just have time to
kick back, relax, and just let things happen as they happen. Even when that
means watching paint dry.
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