Invitation Part II
It's not an un-vitation or a non-vitation, ...it's apparently the real thing.Today's email contained specifics that brought about feelings of happiness and anxiety, or as I like to call it "happiety".
She invited me to go with her to the Witnness music festival in Kildare, Ireland this July. Now, this is the type of thing that normal people like. It's a great "experience", ...a huge "party", ...a chance to hang out with thousands of different "people". This should be the type of thing I remember for the rest of my life, ...a first encounter with a beautiful foreign girl, 2 days in a tent watching bands like the White Stripes, the Roots, Coldplay, the Flaming Lips ...
But for me, this is a nightmare. I could never do it. I wouldn't go to this festival if I was going with just a few friends, much less on a first date, surrounded by her closest friends, living in a tent ...please. Let me demonstrate verbally what this "date" would be the equivalent of:
Imagine you are walking down the street. You see a box full of expired ham, expired raw fish, and grizzled pork. You eat it. You then see a beaker of sulfuric acid. You drink that. In a short time you experience great pain, agony, and misery. Shortly afterwards, you die.
Well, she also said she is free all of July, but that she might be traveling home to Beijing in August. I have a few days to decide on my response. Should I stay or should I go? Right now the thought of traveling over there to see her has turned my stomach into a rock tumbler. I'm like a robot created for one purpose (like lifting crates), but given a crucial flaw or defect that is irreversible (like created without arms).
Think think think
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