I thought I could just walk. That that would solve all my problems.
I once had a friend who had a rough high school experience. That seems to be every well-adjusted non-asshole in the world, actually -- "I had a rough high school experience." He said he got through it by walking the shit out of this forest near his house.
That seemed to me such an elegant solution. Just walk your problems away. (A football coach's solution, Walk it off!) The smell of pine and cedar and dirt, and the sound of crickets and your own breathing.
It would be amazing. But lately, I feel like there isn't enough walking in the world to make the world be quiet. The world is loud, so damned loud. And even a four-hour walk can't make the high school stupidity of the world shut the fuck up.
So, what's the solution? I walk and walk and walk until my life is one long walk. It's like a lazy version of that scene from Forrest Gump.
Maybe Forrest Gump was trying to escape the high school stupidity of the world too. He just had more energy and ambition than I do.
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Published on October 06, 2017 20:33