Dublin is not a great city for meeting people if you are me. I go out all day and do tourist things, or shop, or sit around in the hostel, and regardless I can't find anyone to talk to. And then this lady started talking to me, and didn't stop... And I wondered if she was having the same problem. I wouldn't say it was much of a conversation, because I barely got to speak, or ask questions of comment on what she said... But I did hear a lot from her. About her childhood, about her job, about the states she was from... About the state of things. I was trying to figure out her accent the whole time. Her son also had a difficult accent to place. She spoke of living all over the states, and spoke German, but part of me felt like she was just making things up the whole time. I think it's just that reality is sometimes stranger than made up stories.
One of these guys seems to have no respect for other people, meanwhile demanding respect from them. Maybe it's an odd sense of humor.
Tomorrow more tourist stuff... Book of Kells and what not. The next day a day trip... Then I leave.
I don't really know what to say beyond that. Looking forward to seeing homies at home...
Looking forward to dinners and coffee without having to worry even in the slightest about money. Looking forward to work.
Not looking forward to the same problems at home that I am facing here. Liking people who are far away, and not liking anyone in the way I want, where I want, with the time and energy and exuberance or whatever that I want.
And. I'm. Out.
Update from the airport. I am at Dublin airport with a few hours till my flight. Yesterday was a lot of fun, I made a sort of last minute decision to be a cow. It made people smile.
Hung out with a Texan who had just started backpacking. He asked me for my info last night and I told him I'd write it down and then didn't. He was nice, I just don't imagine I will hang with him ever again. So what's the point.
I am super tired.
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