The package will be transported to the United States in one month or less. It comes with a garuntee of having all four limbs attached and no sever mental scarring, no other gaurantees, he's too damn crazy. The 'Andrew' model has changed significantly in the eight month period for which it has been absent from the United States. It has improved its writing skills, been programmed with two foreign languages, come to a greater understanding of itself, and nearly all shame has been deprogrammed to the point where the unit has little trouble making exaggerated compliments about itself in the third person. Also, what a douche.
If I could say the one aspect of myself that changed the most this year it is my sense of embarrassment or shame. Before this year my idea of living without shame was a theory but this year I have grown accustomed to implamenting it. I formerly was uncomfortable in a room full of people who knew one another and wanted no part of me, I tried to latch on to people and join part of a group but when they shot me down I tried to hide in a corner, or better yet, self destruct. Now I have learned that if the people around me want to exclude me they can depart the scene and copulate themselves (Get lost and, well, you know), because I'm freakin awesome. That's the stance one must take in certain situations. Analize the situation, if you are doing nothing wrong (like being over-agressive, creepy, high/drunk, Italian, etc.) , and the strangers are unaware of your past police record, and they still chose to ignore you, then screw them! If they don't want a chance to meet a new person than they don't deserve to know you, and as an added bonus for your imagination, if they're guys they most likely have small genitals at least in relation to a person as open as yourself. I think that way because if the man does not want to meet me then he is clearly fearful of a situation where he gets to know a stranger and they end up in a sponaneous game of 'Drop Trousers and Compare.' Also they have irrational fears and strange thought processes.
On the flip side of that situation, if you are feeling lonely don't be afraid to go out onto the street and talk with complete strangers. Or maybe visit a cafe and offer to sit with someone who is alone. Seriously. Chances are some of them are bored and thinking exactly what you are, namely, 'Why don't interesting people just walk up to me and introduce myself, if they started a conversation I would be more than willing to talk with them.' I have met a decent number of people that way, so don't be afraid that everyone but you is thinking that they are superior and avoiding you in particular on purpose.
Another change in me is my aversion to drug users. *Note: Not to be confused in a change of aversion to drugs, I still avoid those like fat kids avoid carrots. Numbers of people here smoke cigarettes and although I don't care for the smell I've accepted it as just another habit that an individual will change if they want to or ask for help if they desire it. Marijuana is widespread in Spain, if it is more available than in the U.S I'm not sure, but many people here smoke up from time to time. Far from going crazy and blowing their brains out these people tended to laugh more and look ridiculous, I actually have found high people to be less dangerous to themselves and others than drunk people. Although Rotary forbids drinking and drugs, when I'm out on the streets having a party with friends some people will be drunk and high, the drunk person is much more likely to try and get involved in a fight or threaten strangers or vomit all over my new god damn shoes. Last drug related encounter, cocain. Oh my God! Cocain, Andrew why the fuck didn't you run in the opposite dirrection?! In reality, because it's too common to be running away every time the drug shows up on the streets. Random people standing on corners will nod at you and hold up a little baggie, or ask you if you're looking for something, and all you have to do is shake your head and walk past, and they will leave you alone. However on one situation I came a little closer. I ran into some Americans (and a British guy with a hilarious accent), on the streets and decided to link up with their group because it tends to be easy getting to know Americans than Basques. We were walking along the boardwalk in front of the beach at about two in the morning when the group stopped. I thought they were trying to figure out what to do next, turns out they already had that figured out, buy a powdery accelerant to snort up their noses. My first reaction was to burn rubber and run away like the nearly six foot glob of wuss that I am, but a stronger urge was curiosity. With my feet ready to haul me out of there if one of the coke-heads decided to go on a stabbing spree that coke-heads are known for, I held my ground. There were two Americans in the group who tried to ignore the transaction entirely and seemed disappointed the others were buying coke so I was not overly afraid, these other two guys seemed like reasonable nerds, generally a safe group of people. The group was negotiating quality, quantity, and price of the good, and I have to say they were some of the most empathetic and generous people I've ever seen conduct business. The dealer provided the group with something called 'tasters' where a buyer wets his pinky finger and dunks it into a coke bag so they could then brush their teeth with the substance, three group members did this. The Americans then circled up to discuss quality, and I have never heard a conversation that came so close to the picture I have in my head of a female, high school sleepover. Everyone who had tried it said the quality was terrible, it tasted like baking soda apparently, but the one man felt so bad that they had taken so much in free 'tasters.' Another argued that the dealer had given them large tasters so that they would feel bad and more likely to buy, and the origional responded by saying 'Well it worked, I don't feel right doing that to him,' in a tone like that of a girl having a fight with here BFF and looking to her other friends for advice. While two went to buy the low quality drug another said to me and the rest of the group that they were getting a bad deal but they felt obligated to purchase. The other men then returned and offered free rounds of coke to anyone who was interested, three of the five men then proceded to snort the contents of a little plastic bag. Unlike my expectations none of them pulled a gun, and no one decided it would be a good idea to jump head first onto concrete. Instead they just seemed jittery and zoned out at the same time which was a strange combination to see. Thus I have learned to not completely write a person off do to drug use, they could be good people who have just made some mistakes. After my morbid curiosity was satisfied by watching strangers take a potentially deadly stimulant I said goodbye and went on an adventure to search for females.
I will try to make a few more posts before I finish up the year, but I'm also going to try to have as much fun as possible. After all, next year I'll be in college, and everyone know that no one has enjoys themselves at those institutions of higher learning, or at the very least they most likely won't be surfing.
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