It's kind of like I develop more into a douchebag hipster every day. This week, I've come to the realization that I have a huge case of wanderlust. And that's pretty weird considering how reclusive and socially anxious I was, right about this time two years ago.
I've always smoked wayyy too much weed ever since the first time fifteen year old me paid $25 for some schwag. It was brown and definitely on the short side of an eighth but it was still potent enough to open my eyes to the finest everyday mind altering substance Mother Nature has to offer.
So after I finally saw the light, I became the poster child of a pothead and smoked as much as physically (and financially) possible, whenever possible. It's been about eleven years since then and for the most part, I haven't changed a whole hell of a lot.
I'm getting sidetracked though. What I'm trying to say is this: for most of my adult life so far, I've been a (mostly) asocial stoner who didn't ever do much aside from sitting on the couch getting baked. Asocial in the sense that I didn't like to spend a whole shitload of time in public doing stuff when I could be getting stoned instead. I've always enjoyed a good house party or really any other social gathering that involves drugs and alcohol. But for the most part, I wouldn't have considered myself an outgoing person.
Until the first time I flew out of state. God damn was that an eye opener. As someone who's grown up in the corn-dominated land of Central Ohio my whole life, flying out west and hanging out somewhere like Dallas, Texas was like I was living on another planet.
Every small town has rumors about every other small town and beyond. People from Granville are snobby pricks and everyone from Newark smokes meth and has incurable std's — that kind of shit, ya know?
So it was pretty surprising to me when I went out into a huge ass metropolis expecting to meet completely alien "city folk" who think I'm just some hillbilly from that state somewhere by Kentucky and West Virginia — but they actually turned out to be awesome people. People I'd like to see again, maybe. People who made me feel at home, made me laugh and gave me a fresh perspective on life, if nothing else.
I know it's some pretty simple, basic stuff but the few times I've been across the country and back have instilled in me a passion to travel the world and meet as many different, unique people as I realistically can. I love the backwards ass small town I grew up in but life gets too routine and inevitably begins to plateau.
Flying thousands of miles away and falling into a circle of completely new friends is like walking through a gate into an alternate reality, and the crazy part is that new people are everywhere and usually they're pretty chill.
Here's a relevant song to hopefully brighten up your day. 😋