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Diary of a Misanthrope: July 2012
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Monday, July 23, 2012. Its already in bloody food - have an orange) and the effort isnt worth the result (carbon footprints, cost etc) but each to their own. We all kill the planet and ourselves in our own special way. Ive taken a large number of flights; the shortest flight used more fuel than you ever will in your car. Maybe. But its all fine. I think its fucking immoral and if you can read that and not be affected by it then youre.not being judged by me. At Monday, July 23, 2012.
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Diary of a Misanthrope: Au revoir, InanItah
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Friday, April 27, 2012. Au revoir, InanItah. Tomorrow, I leave my home. Ive been on the farm known as InanItah for five months, almost to the day, and the time has come to leave. Its been a hell of a journey. Richie showed me what it means to actually be free in expression and dream. Tahnee made me feel so welcomed on arrival. Her spirit shines on. Jess gave me the tools to be accepted. Big love. Rachel talked to me of pain and I heard my own. I love you, Rach. What if I need supp...
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Diary of a Misanthrope: What I did in Dangriga
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Wednesday, November 23, 2011. What I did in Dangriga. So were in Dangriga after not making it to Copan. Its party time with the Garifuna. Subsequently, the next day was.slow. But there are buses running all day; we can get a late one because where were going is just a transit point ie its shit. Why was Charles ejected from the island? Was Ben really a Capricorn? Lets go back to the hostel and find out! Got cash, walked in the opposite direction, and arrive at the bus station. ...
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Diary of a Misanthrope: June 2012
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Friday, June 29, 2012. Answers on a postcard. I manfully liberated it. Eventually.) for a few days in all betrayal of my travelling principles and heading completely off track just to do it. I couldve flown for fifty pounds more and been there by now - the bus is moving! 8pmdear god. I started at two. Anyway. We go to sleep. 915 and the bus is finally moving. That £50 for the flight might have been worth it.]. Were due to leave at four AM. P: umm.from the last time it rained.
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Diary of a Misanthrope: Tales from the river
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Friday, November 25, 2011. Tales from the river. Theres a boat. Im.on it. Lonely Planet, as Lonely Planet tends to do, and which I hadnt at this point realised tends to make everything sound fabulous. Ive been to some very crappy places because of them. I literally travelled for an hour in India (distance 3 km) to see a water pool mechanism. It looked like someones Lego set. Sorry if you were expecting a funny ending, or even an interesting one. Stolen from Flight of the Conchords.
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Diary of a Misanthrope: CA on the down low
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Saturday, November 26, 2011. CA on the down low. Theres a common factor with my depression: generally its other people that make me feel shit. Its a feeling of inadequacy, or social ineptitude. A need to stand apart and watch the fun from afar while at the same time a desperate need to take part. It sets up a conflict in my head and I go spiralling around and around and around until something clicks. Today, that something was this:. Or the American election? I dont like your parti...
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Diary of a Misanthrope: May 2012
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Friday, May 04, 2012. I entered Costa Rica yesterday and not in a biblical way. In the last seven months in central America it would have helped but hey, Im English, why would I learn languages? Me (pointing at a random bus): Monteverde? Dude: no. (lots of Spanish). Other dude: (lots of Spanish and pointing). We drive, and drive, and drive.and I start wondering.have we passed it? Maybe the driver has forgotten me.how do I ask? Were pulling into services! From this I have learned:.
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Diary of a Misanthrope: January 2013
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Thursday, January 17, 2013. Where I acknowledge paradise. I'm sat on a bus heading for Lima. It's 90 minutes of noise, random potholes and insufferable heat. I'm going through this one more time before I go home. I am literally leaving paradise to face my destiny in England. Upon entering Peru a few weeks later I looked up similar places and found Eco Truly Park. Go look it up. At Thursday, January 17, 2013. 60 people could be arsed to respond. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Diary of a Misanthrope: October 2012
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Saturday, October 13, 2012. An apology and explanation of how I came to need to make it. To everyone Ive met or talked to the past three years - Im sorry. I lied to you by omission. Some of you gave me hope and helped pull me through the hell I was in; some proved that people arent as shit as Id always thought; that neither was I. And some were simply wonderful. Who is this stranger to do something so touching? While I was there I read Marshall Rosenbergs Non-Violent Communication...
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Diary of a Misanthrope: Songs of my life
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Diary of a Misanthrope. Sunday, November 27, 2011. Songs of my life. I have various songs that reflect my mind perfectly. The Closest Thing to Crazy by Katie Melua is one. It says everything you need to know about my ex-wife and I. Everything here is literal. How can I think I'm standing strong,. Yet feel the air beneath my feet? How can happiness feel so wrong? How can misery feel so sweet? How can you let me watch you sleep,. Then break my dreams the way you do? How can I have got in so deep? Not only ...
