1:15AM, my friend/colleague leaving my apartment:
"Yeah, I'm heading out. You going to bed?"
"Nah, I've still got a few things I want to do."
"Why not sleep and get at them in the morning?"
"When I try to work late and I haven't covered everything, I do sloppy half-productive work and don't get anything done. And then sleep later or get less sleep. Both are bad, so why not just go to sleep now and get at it tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're totally right, but I'm going to put some half-ass working hours in and do precisely what you described."
He shrugs. "Okay, see you on Monday."
Two hours later...
(Well, at least I got this blog post written)
I'm in Mui Ne, Vietnam for just one night. It's amazing here, really, it's paradise.
Before this short trip here, I never understood why people do a weekend getaway or leave the city they live for just one night. I always wondered - what's the point? I thought, "If you're going to travel, why not spend long enough to get the flavor of the place you're going? What's the point of going for one night?"
I didn't understand back then. I understand now.
When you're very attentive and taking great care of your time, two days/one night can be a lot of relaxation and rejuvenation. I did two hours of work yesterday in the morning before coming to Mui Ne, and an hour at the end of the day. I slept on the five hour bus ride here, I took a short nap while here, and I'll sleep on the bus ride back - so I'm basically getting 21 hours awake here.
Do you realize how long 21 hours can be when you pay attention to your time, nurse it, nourish it, and spend it well? Sitting by the water, swimming in the ocean and pool, having Vietnamese coffee, drinking coconut milk out of a coconut... ah, I feel like I've done so much living while here, much more than 20 hours of living.
I was more F than A or C, but any way you look at it, I was an AFC. An Average Frustrated Chump. I had a crush on a girl named Renee, who lived on my floor in the dorm.
For weeks I lived in agony, wondering if she liked me. I'd make subtle hints and get back subtle responses which weren't nearly conclusive enough for me to do anything about it.
Things came to a head on Friday night. I had to ask her. Not in person, of course. On AIM.