... that you can’t live on love alone…? Was worried about missing on the post Thanksgiving sales!
I heard someone greet this morning as: “Just another day.” I am hoping to meet through this venue a valiant man who is tired of the rat race. Let’s unite resources and create our very own version of “The Robinson Family,” or even “Gilligan’s Island.”
What will you miss most? The traffic jams? The uncontrollable increment in gas prices, which exponentially affect the cost of food and cost of living? The variable interest rates? Perhaps you will miss the smog, and the rudeness of people who will trample over others to get theirs 1st? Will you miss the safety and camaraderie of the herd of cattle mentality? Or the BS rhetoric served with diluted version of the truth, along ample side of ambiguity? Why not consider changing the discordant street beat, for the symphony of nature, in harmony with Mother Earth? I am thinking of the rain forest in Costa Rica, or the Amazon Jungle. We can meet the glorious sunrise while watching out for school of pink dolphins playfully splash. Instead of a neurotic Chihuahua dog, we can adopt the smallest monkey on earth, the Pygmy Marmoset, which only weighs 6 ounces.
Do not worry too much about culture shock. China made products, Coca Cola, and internet access have infiltrated just about everywhere on earth. Although I think in the Amazon jungle it would be incongruously out of place to shave my pussy. I would not. Although, I hope you would not confuse this part of my anatomy with the plethora of hairy tarantulas which dangle from the trees. I would adopt an ultra minimalist décor, as well as frugal wardrobe -- no more skipping panties. The red ants inherent to this area, measure half an inch in length, and should not to be taken lightly.
With the advancement of technology we can work from anywhere. Raw nature being especially fertile ground; conductive to feed creative juices, as well as those of the primal sexual kind. There are potent aphrodisiacal syrups offered as commonly as coffee at Starbucks.
Speaking of cafes, there are plenty of tourist from all over the world in town, or we can socialize with native tribes, which have own dialect, and the norm is going topless for men as well as women.
As for myself, I would dearly miss Skippy Chunky peanut butter, The Daily Show, and mascara. Yet I am sure our love and creativity would sustain us. So what do you say? Living in this fashion would be an authentic reality, compared to what the media dictates will make one happy as long as we purchase it. If you get homesick, no worries...we can fly back for the holidays and wait 9 hours for LAX to clear customs...provided there are no other layover setbacks. For consideration, be single, over 35 and have an audacious mind set. Let's be citizens of the world!
