I just got back from the woods. It was so calm. No asshole neighbors setting off fireworks, running RC cars up and down the road, no yap dogs running constantly at the mouth. It smelled fresh and clean and was so apart from everything. I realize I'm a flight risk, that I can easily run away from my problems, from life, and into the forest, go off the grid. I don't like living near other people, I don't like neighborly camaraderie and community; quite simply, I want to be left alone.
Sadly, I have no job, and a pile of debt. I only have a temporary escape to a camp that I daren't live at for the summer because, for the lack of cell signal, what happens if I miss the interview call? What if what if what if.
On another note, I have washed my hands a billion times and I swear I can still smell trout.
|My Dad caught me a trout this weekend|