Situational Irony

What's up world. Chill music: check. Kava tea: check. Relaxed mindset: check. Thursday night checklist complete, welcome to my blog. It's been a chill week, after last weekend's 72-hour party I've kinda been thinking about everything but partying, hold my Wednesday morning post.

I want to start out by talking about when vacations end. As you probably know, I live for my vacations. And since they don't come around very often I'm forced to make the most out of vacations. During vacations people tend to dread the last few hours. E.g. at 4:00am on a cruise ship before it returns to Miami, you don't see a smile on many faces. However, you will likely see a smile on mine. Vacations don't end when you check out of the hotel. Contrary to popular belief, the vacation ends when you return home. This means that the drive, flight, or even walk home is to be enjoyed.

On a Sunday afternoon, if you walk through the Miami Airport you will see a lot of hungover and stressed out Debbie-downers who don't realize that the party ain't over yet. If I look back to the times I've traveled home from vacations, I recollect good memories. Yes, it was on the flight home from Los Angeles when I sipped Merlot to relaxing views of the interior of a 767. It was on the flight home from Miami when I was stranded at O'hare for 9 hours and actually had the time of my life. It was on the 24 hour drive home from Salt Lake City, Utah when I grabbed a mocha and some beef jerky and simply enjoyed the views of Wyoming in the back seat of a rental car. I couldn't imagine traveling home from a vacation spending the entire ride fretting the return to real life. Just relax, and assume yourself still on vacation for the next 2 hour until your flight returns to Louisville. Once your attitude changes, your stress seems to dissipate. You're fucking welcome.

One of my favorite aspects of this blog is the situational irony. My future self knows everything between the time of me writing this, and his point in life. That means whenever I blog about something anticipated or currently unknown, my future self will read it and know what ends up happening to me.

I might go to Kenya next summer. I might not. I might spend three months learning Swahili and exploring the African countryside. I literally do not know how long I've been craving to go to Africa. Looking back in journals I've written it's at least a year in a half. This is where situational irony greets me at the door and goes forth to piss me off. This is where due to separate possibilities, I actually acquire a second "future self".

The first "future self", let's call him Decker-1, actually gets accepted into the little James Madison study abroad program and also gets the full scholarship. Decker-1 is probably pretty damn happy if he's reading this in like April. He's probably thinking, "Wow this is the day in my life where I found out I might be going to Kenya, and here I am, going to Kenya." He's probably gonna kiss his girlfriend goodbye in a few weeks and ship off to Africa. Decker-1's got it fucking made. Decker-1 better read this in April or May, have some tea, and put on chill music. No, not chill music. Put on the song "Africa" by Toto, because that's what present-Decker would do. And he'd go for a walk. Actually no, fuck walks. He'd go for a run. And since it's warm outside because it's April he better go for a run shirtless. Decker-1's got it made doesn't he?

Unfortunately that leads us to the second "future self", Decker-2. Decker-2 doesn't end up going to Africa. This is where shit gets awkward. Decker-2 is gonna read this in April and smile and think that I (present-Decker) is a dumbass. He'll read all that crap a paragraph up about kissing his girlfriend goodbye, going for a run, all that nonsense and think, "yeah I'm still going to work at the Y, still gonna do my thing, whatever." Hell Decker-2 might even be going somewhere COOLER than Kenya. But long story short Decker-2 is probably not too thrilled reading this. Sorry Decker-2, I tried.

So whichever version of my future self is reading this, I hope you're going to Kenya. I have nothing else to discuss tonight. For some reason all I can think about is Kenya. I apply tomorrow. I really want to go. Either way, I'll go somewhere eventually. I mean I'm gonna be a pilot, I can't do my job unless I'm going somewhere. Until next time...