It is amazing the will to meaning. I seek meaning even in times of very survival challenges. I did jump off the bus today in the middle of nowhere, one of those reflexive food-poisoning moments.
I had made it all the way down to the 5:30 a m bus to meet with an interesting gal who also wanted to get off the island, and was up for some traveling together. And in my hasty exit, all that arranging of plans turned out to be for nought: she is on the ferry and I am not.
Catching a bus back to hick town on the island, I can rest here and drink bottled water while I let the cramps settle. Still I think maybe I should try to catch up with another gal with whom there was an option to travel with today, maybe that´s why I jumped off the bus. What say God?
I can barely stay upright to type here, but still I wonder about such things.
And why exactly when long-awaited opportunities to connect with females finally come around, I am sicker than I have ever been. I just left the tantra farm because bug bites and allergic reactions and open sores threatening infection were completely overwhelming my system. Last night I cracked a tooth before coming down with the worst pukey belly cramps of my life.
Someone figure out the transformational gift in this okay?
I need to use the baño.
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