I'm a big fan of an escape route. Imaginarily mostly. Its my out- my way of dealing when I get frustrated.
In college I was going to quit and become a truck driver. Well, until I started having seizures and stopped being allowed to drive. That was kinda sucky.
Today I lost my first piano student before it even started. She just found another teacher closer to her house. Nothing I should take personally. But I'm just about out of patience with not know what the fuck I'm doing. So I took it kinda hard.
My escape was to Borneo this time. To be totally honest, I don't even know that I could find Borneo on a map. Well, with some time, I'm sure I could. Pacific somewhere, right? See.
Anyway, I told my mom I was quitting life and moving to Borneo and she told me the following:
My grandfather was stationed in Borneo. He didn't like it. Said that pigs were very important to the family there. So much so that he'd once seen a human woman nurse a pig.
Its annoying when even my escape route has an image of a loose-titted woman nursing a pig from around the corner.